The World Es Mi Familia {Tag: Young Ernesto de la Cruz}
Dec 15, 2019 23:35:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2019 23:35:03 GMT -5
Santa María Del Socorro was a home and a family to the poor, disadvantaged, and abandoned youth of Mexico; at least, it was for the ten year old, Héctor, who had been here since he could remember. Even though he got along with most of the kids there, he hoped nevertheless that one day he'd find a family of his own; that one day he'd actually have a last name to give himself instead of belonging to nobody. Given that he was ten years old, the scrawny boy still had enough hope left that he still had time.
The nuns that ran the orphanage and boarding school were very strict, but Héctor found his entertainment in music to uplift him. Whenever he'd watch Sister Ceci play on the piano, the devoted boy would sit quietly nearby to absorb everything he saw, from the way she would play a particular note and the way it looked in the song book. It was almost as if he learned how to read the notes in the songbook before he even knew how to read the lyrics. Héctor's favorite instrument wasn't the piano, however, but the guitar. He loved how it sounded, ever since he saw this big kid playing it in the same playground that they went to. Unfortunately, Héctor could only watch the guitar being played from afar since they had limited instruments back in the orphanage.
Thus, the orphanage children going to the public playground was the only time the ten year old looked forward to because he was able to see that big kid playing guitar! He didn't know much about this big kid aside from the rumors he heard, which were that he was practically a teenager! Héctor even knew exactly where to sit so that he'd be able to see the view. Sadly, there were more kids were in his way this time; mostly girls near the big kid. A tiny pout formed on his lips as he crossed his arms over his slender chest. Girls were meant to be respected, as taught by the nuns, so he wouldn’t dare tell the girls to get out of his way... but they were ruining his chance to see the big kid!
“Teto! You want to play fútbol with us?!”
Just when he was devising a plan to get a closer look by perhaps climbing the nearest tree, the scruffy haired boy blinked upon hearing his nickname being called, which could’ve easily been taken as an insult were it said to anyone else as it also meant foolish, but he was used to it said casually amongst his fake brothers. He glanced over at the three boys that came over to him, asking him if he wanted to play soccer. "Ey! Chuy, Rafa, Toño!” Of course he had nicknames for Jesus, Rafael, and Antonio as well. “Okay, okay, ahorita! (Mexican slang for Soonish)” Héctor grinned with a wave of his hand, “But what I have to do right now, it’s.. really important stuff!" With that, he left the boys to play elsewhere while he attempted to climb a tree to get a closer look at the big kid using his disporportionate hands and feet that he was definitely growing into someday. The boy didn't have to think deeply about it; his priorities were clear: the coolest big kid playing guitar was first, then playing fútbol.
After trying to get a steady grip on the tree, the small, scrawny boy smiled brightly upon seeing the big kid down below, further away. Gripping onto a branch with both hands, he'd place his fingers where the big kid would place them, pretending as if the branch was the neck of a guitar. Sometimes, he'd daydream of the big kid actually letting him borrow the guitar, just wanting to see how he could play the real thing. And then.. the big kid would notice him. Really notice him. What ten year old kid wouldn't want to get noticed by a cool big kid like him?
The nuns that ran the orphanage and boarding school were very strict, but Héctor found his entertainment in music to uplift him. Whenever he'd watch Sister Ceci play on the piano, the devoted boy would sit quietly nearby to absorb everything he saw, from the way she would play a particular note and the way it looked in the song book. It was almost as if he learned how to read the notes in the songbook before he even knew how to read the lyrics. Héctor's favorite instrument wasn't the piano, however, but the guitar. He loved how it sounded, ever since he saw this big kid playing it in the same playground that they went to. Unfortunately, Héctor could only watch the guitar being played from afar since they had limited instruments back in the orphanage.
Thus, the orphanage children going to the public playground was the only time the ten year old looked forward to because he was able to see that big kid playing guitar! He didn't know much about this big kid aside from the rumors he heard, which were that he was practically a teenager! Héctor even knew exactly where to sit so that he'd be able to see the view. Sadly, there were more kids were in his way this time; mostly girls near the big kid. A tiny pout formed on his lips as he crossed his arms over his slender chest. Girls were meant to be respected, as taught by the nuns, so he wouldn’t dare tell the girls to get out of his way... but they were ruining his chance to see the big kid!
“Teto! You want to play fútbol with us?!”
Just when he was devising a plan to get a closer look by perhaps climbing the nearest tree, the scruffy haired boy blinked upon hearing his nickname being called, which could’ve easily been taken as an insult were it said to anyone else as it also meant foolish, but he was used to it said casually amongst his fake brothers. He glanced over at the three boys that came over to him, asking him if he wanted to play soccer. "Ey! Chuy, Rafa, Toño!” Of course he had nicknames for Jesus, Rafael, and Antonio as well. “Okay, okay, ahorita! (Mexican slang for Soonish)” Héctor grinned with a wave of his hand, “But what I have to do right now, it’s.. really important stuff!" With that, he left the boys to play elsewhere while he attempted to climb a tree to get a closer look at the big kid using his disporportionate hands and feet that he was definitely growing into someday. The boy didn't have to think deeply about it; his priorities were clear: the coolest big kid playing guitar was first, then playing fútbol.
After trying to get a steady grip on the tree, the small, scrawny boy smiled brightly upon seeing the big kid down below, further away. Gripping onto a branch with both hands, he'd place his fingers where the big kid would place them, pretending as if the branch was the neck of a guitar. Sometimes, he'd daydream of the big kid actually letting him borrow the guitar, just wanting to see how he could play the real thing. And then.. the big kid would notice him. Really notice him. What ten year old kid wouldn't want to get noticed by a cool big kid like him?