The boy got stood up in the middle of the field and glared
back at the progress that he had completed so far. The field was picked clean,
every grape picked off of the bushes. He carried his basket forward with his
feet while still collecting grapes from the bushes. The young boy hadn’t always
worked like this, under the bare sun with no cloud coverage; he was still able
to recall the times he had in his fourth grade class room before his father
pulled him out. The young boy recalled when his teacher used to give out cheap
candy to a student when they would get the right answer, he also recalled when
the class would sing the song in class, “Pollito, chicken; gallina, hen; lápiz,
pencil y pluma, pen;
ventana, window; puerta, door; maestra, teacher y piso, floor!” He was singing it under his breath until his father that was picking grapes beside him tapped his should,
ventana, window; puerta, door; maestra, teacher y piso, floor!” He was singing it under his breath until his father that was picking grapes beside him tapped his should,
“Get back to work, mijo, were almost done with this row.”
Said the while he was garnering the grapes in bunches, it was obvious the
father is very experienced and had been doing the same thing each day for a
long time.
“What time is it?” Said the boy while dropping the grapes
into the basket that he had been collecting.
“Don’t worry, mijo, well finish soon. It is just this row
and two more. “ said the father picking up his basket. The boy scurried after
his father, preceding him on his side as his father goes down the row.
The boy never really understood why
his father pulled him out of school; the young boy always did his homework
after he ate, always put his uniform
stacked neatly on his drawer when he came to school, and always fed his dog
when he was told so as well. The boy stood up again and stared at the sky; he
saw one cloud. He stared at it, hoping it cover the sun for at least one
minute., but the cloud jst skimmed the circumference of the sun. The boy went
back to work, him and his father were almost done with the last row, so he kept
away his thoughts so he could focus on his work. Once the boy and the father
were done, they carried their enormous baskets of grapes over to the small
wooden hut that was at the entrance of the field, next to a big diesel truck
whose engine was running and bed full of baskets just like the boy’s own. His
father put the two baskets on the counter of the hut and the clerk rose from
the rocking chair he was in and took from under the counter a weighting scale
and a small calculator.
As the clerk was calculating the
intake, the boy was already hearing it; he was listening to the loud crash of water
from a waterfall not too far from the grape field. He remembered when his
father took the boy and the boy’s mother to the waterfall, the boy would never
forget that trip. The family stayed all day at the waterfall. He would try to
swim against the current, look for animals or fish in the water, or jump from
the riverside trees into the water while his father and mother said they were “playing checkers”.
He was listening tot the sound when his father tapped his shoulder and said it
was time to go.
“How did we do, papi?” said the boy
while getting on the car.
“We did ok, here is your pay.” He
handed the boy 70 pesos.
“Thank you papi, I’m saving up to
go to college.” Said the boy while counting out his pay.
“Good idea.” Said the father.
The
boy put his money in his pocket when they crossing the bridge, the one over the
beautiful waterfall. This was the only route to take to have the view that the
boy had, and was it gorgeous. Suddenly,
all of the stress and the fatigue that the boy had lifted from his back and his
shoulders, the view of the waterfall was breath taking and the boy couldn’t
wait to see it again tomorrow, but only after they finished work, however the
boy was ok with that fact.
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