Día 1 sin Fred

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Mientras Fred se dirigía a la estación de la policía, Mary se quedó a cargo de sus hijos, le dio el día libre a todos los sirvientes y se dedico a responderle las inquietudes a cada uno de ellos. Era sumamente difícil explicarse a cuatro niños el problema tan grave en el que estaba metido su padre y sobre todo las implicaciones que esto podría tener sobre su libertad y sobre el futuro en general de la familia. Definió aquel sótano como “el lugar secreto de papá”, y les explicó que allí su padre solía guardar varias de las obras más impresionantes y caras que había tenido en su vida, era un lugar espectacular que fue descubierto misteriosamente por aquello maleantes que robaron parte del contenido del sótano. Les dijo que si no hubiese pasado todo lo que acababan de ver, muy probablemente dicho sótano pasaría a ser de ellos, y se repartirían tan maravillosas obras en partes iguales, todo lo había pensado su padre con tal de hacerlos felices el mayor tiempo posible, era un legado que tenía que trascender las generaciones.

Michel, el hermano de Frederick, pregunto inmediatamente por qué se habían llevado a su padre a la comisaria, si todo lo que había hecho lo hizo pensando en el bienestar de su familia, mientras que no se habían podido llevar a los ladrones, quienes si habían hecho muchas cosas malas. Mientras hablaba, Michel difícilmente pudo contener las lágrimas en sus ojos, se sentía asustado, afligido y un poco rabioso al ver como se habían llevado a su padre. Mary no tenía todas las respuestas para dárselas, simplemente lo tomó del brazo y lo abrazó, lo único que pudo decirles era que iban a hacer todo lo posible por traer a Fred de vuelta, y que estaba fielmente acompañado de uno de los mejores abogados de la ciudad, los abogados son útiles, en este caso debe ser capaz de ayudar a una persona buena, como lo era Fred.

Las dos hermanas de Frederick, muy poco entendían la situación, se sentían altamente asustadas por haber vivido todo lo relacionado al robo y luego el arresto de su querido padre, a quien no solo consideraban como un héroe, sino que lo veían como un gran mago, que con su magia era capaz de convertir unos potes de pintura en una verdadera obra maestra de trazos que posaban sobre papel pergamino. Era él quien todos los fines de semana les dibujaba las criaturas encantadas mas increíbles que habían visto, les construía casas para sus muñecas y les enseñaba a pintar aquellos hermosos conejos que tenían en su jardín. Sin lugar a dudas, desde ese día, los fines de semana para ellas no fueron los mismos, la magia del arte se había esfumado.

Por su parte, Frederick estaba bastante tranquilo, no por ello menos triste que sus hermanos, pero ya Frederick, a diferencia de los otros tres, sabia acerca del sótano secreto. Una noche de grandes tormentas eléctricas e incesante lluvia, Frederick se levantó de la cama un poco asustado, lo había perturbado el sonido de los fuertes truenos de la noche y los relámpagos lo habían encandilado, arrebatándole cualquier gana que tuviera de dormir. Así que decidió a buscar a alguno de sus padres, para que lo acompañara hasta que nuevamente le diera sueño. Bajo por las escaleras lentamente, pues la casa estaba en completa oscuridad. Ocasionalmente los relámpagos le ayudaban a iluminar mejor su camino. Atravesó la sala principal en busca de sus padres, se dirigió prontamente al pasillo principal, y a lo lejos vio como su padre estaba haciendo un esfuerzo por mover algunos de los muebles que se encontraban. El pequeño niño siguió caminando hacia Fred, sin ser visto aun por él.

De repente vio cómo su padre atravesó la pared y desapareció entre sus ojos, para él esto había sido un completo acto magia, por lo que corrió por el pasillo para ver lo que estaba pasando. Al llegar al lugar, se dio cuenta que su padre no desapareció, había entrado en una puerta secreta que nunca había visto. Un poco asustado comenzó a llamar a su padre, asomando la cabeza por la compuerta que había quedado abierta. Fred al escuchar el llamado de su hijo, subió inmediatamente a atenderlo. Frederick estaba un poco asustado al ver lo oscuro del sótano donde se había metido su padre, pero luego esto pasó cuando vio que prendió las luces. Fred le dijo estaba trabajando en una nueva obra de arte, y que de ahora en adelante, este lugar seria el secreto de los dos, le dio la mano y lo ayudo a bajar lentamente por las escaleras que había soldado junto a la compuerta.

Al bajar Frederick se quedó completamente impresionado con la cantidad de cosas que su padre tenía allí, Fred lo miraba con una sonrisa en su cara, su hijo predilecto y futuro artista favorita estaba conociendo frente a él la mayor colección de arte que poseía la familia, al ver el entusiasmo y la impresión que le causaba a su hijo, no tuvo ninguna duda que había heredado los genes de su padre, era un completo y apasionado artista. Esa noche Frederick se acostó muy tarde, pues tardo bastante en completar todo el tour que muy amablemente le dio su padre, detallo muchas obras de artes, todas ellas diferentes. Fred se aseguró de dejarle muy en claro que gran parte de todo eso algún día seria de él, pero que por los momentos debía mantener el secreto del sótano, al menos hasta que creciera.

Gracias por leer.

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English Version:

Day 1 without Fred

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While Fred was on his way to the police station, Mary stayed in charge of her children, gave all the servants the day off, and answered each one's questions. It was extremely difficult to explain to four children the very serious problem their father was in and especially the implications this could have on their freedom and on the future of the family in general. He defined that basement as "Dad's secret place", and explained that there his father used to keep several of the most impressive and expensive works of art he had ever had in his life. It was a spectacular place that was mysteriously discovered by those thugs who stole part of the contents of the basement. He told them that if everything they had just seen had not happened, it was very likely that the basement would become theirs, and they would share such wonderful works in equal parts. His father had thought of everything in order to make them happy as long as possible; it was a legacy that had to transcend generations.

Michel, Frederick's brother, immediately asked why his father had been taken to the police station, if everything he had done had been done with the well-being of his family in mind, while the thieves had not been able to be taken away and had done many bad things. As he spoke, Michel could hardly hold back the tears in his eyes, he felt scared, grieved and a little angry as he watched his father being taken away. Mary didn't have all the answers to give him, she just took him by the arm and hugged him, the only thing she could tell them was that they were going to do everything possible to bring Fred back, and that he was faithfully accompanied by one of the best lawyers in town, lawyers are useful, in this case he must be able to help a good person, like Fred was.

Frederick's two sisters, little understood the situation, felt highly scared for having lived everything related to the robbery and then the arrest of their beloved father, who they not only considered a hero, but they saw him as a great magician, who with his magic was able to turn some paint pots into a real masterpiece of lines that posed on parchment paper. It was he who every weekend drew the most incredible enchanted creatures they had seen, built houses for their dolls and taught them to paint those beautiful rabbits they had in their garden. Without a doubt, from that day on, the weekends for them were not the same, the magic of art had vanished.

For his part, Frederick was quite calm, no less sad than his brothers, but already Frederick, unlike the other three, knew about the secret basement. One night of great thunderstorms and incessant rain, Frederick got out of bed a little scared, he had been disturbed by the sound of the strong thunder of the night and the lightning had dazzled him, taking away any desire he had to sleep. So he decided to look for one of his parents, to keep him company until he was sleepy again. He went down the stairs slowly, for the house was in complete darkness. Occasionally the lightning helped him to light his way better. He went through the main room in search of his parents, went quickly to the main hall, and in the distance saw how his father was making an effort to move some of the furniture that was there. The little boy continued to walk towards Fred, without being seen by him yet.

Suddenly he saw his father walk through the wall and disappear between his eyes, for him this had been a complete act of magic, so he ran down the hall to see what was happening. When he arrived at the place, he realized that his father had not disappeared, he had entered a secret door that he had never seen before. A little scared, he began to call his father, poking his head through the open door. Fred heard his son's call and immediately went upstairs to answer it. Frederick was a little scared when he saw how dark the basement where his father had gone was, but then this happened when he saw that he turned on the lights. Fred told him he was working on a new work of art, and that from now on, this place would be their secret, he shook his hand and helped him slowly down the stairs he had welded together by the gate.

When Frederick came down he was completely impressed with the amount of things his father had there, Fred looked at him with a smile on his face, his favorite son and future favorite artist was meeting in front of him the biggest art collection the family had, when he saw the enthusiasm and the impression it made on his son, he had no doubt that he had inherited his father's genes, he was a complete and passionate artist. That night Frederick went to bed very late, because it took him a long time to complete the whole tour that his father kindly gave him, he detailed many works of art, all of them different. Fred made sure to make it very clear to him that much of it would one day be his, but that for the time being he had to keep the basement secret, at least until he grew up.

Thank you for reading.

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