On a Winter Saturday John’s mother, very busy at home, asked grandmother if she could go to the supermarket for the week shopping. John accepted the invitation to go with her because he was quite bore. Outside it was raining and the programs on the television were really silly. So to became lost on the shelves of toys and make a snack of pizza after the shopping was a more promising program then what he was having. He asked grandmother to invite also his friend Mary, from the top floor and the three went to the shopping center, with the shopping list.
They finished the shopping fairly quickly, because everybody helped. John even completed with some things he knew were missing at home but that his mother had forgotten, like the corn-flakes for breakfast, toothpaste that needed to be replaced, the shampoo of swimming, and so on.
Maria was taking some cookies off the shelf when she collides with someone that came running to take a box of the same shelf. Maria started protesting: "Beware!" when she saw who it was: Peter that balanced with difficulty and opened an enthusiastic smile:
- Mary! What are you doing here?
She also laughed to him:
- Same as you, well, I'm shopping! I came with the John’s grandmother.
- Is John here? Where, where?
They quickly joined John who was waiting at the ham line.
The shops were made, the ones from the list and the extra list. It was pizza time! They invited Peter, of course. His parents allowed him to accept the invitation and even thanked because while Peter was with his friends they felt freer to focus on the courses.
So Grandmother, John, Mary and Peter sat on the terrace, each with its board. The shopping cart was in sight of in a corner next. They ate, talked and laughed. Grandmother was hearing them and also entered the conversation. She appreciated very much the company of her grandson and his friends. Peter was very excited. On the way to the shopping center he was protesting with his parents for having to go to the supermarket with them: "When I’ll complete 8 years I want to stay alone at home when you go shopping!" "But why can I not stay home, I am already grown up?!" "I won’t open the door to anyone, I promise!”And so on, but no argument convinced the parents. And now he was thanking for that because there is no doubt about what is the better: stay home alone or having a pizza and a good talk with friends! He told the friends about his protesting talk with the parents and they all laughed. They could perfectly imagine Peter making that kind of scene, convinced that to be 8 years old was really to be “grown up” and allowed to do everything you want. Maria disappointed him:
- You think that when you’ll be eight you’ll be considered grown? I’m eight and I’m not allowed to stay home alone. Except for a few minutes while my parents go to the cafe downstairs.
- But you wanted to be at home alone, too, Maria? - asked grandmother, intrigued.
- It’s a sign of being older, you see. It makes us feel less child. - replied Mary. - She was silent for a moment and then continued - I actually have a bit of fear, sometimes.
Grandmother laughed:
- Never mind, it happens to me also!
Peter, blusterer said:
- When I’ll be allowed to stay home alone I won’t be afraid! "
Suddenly John, who was looking to the side where they had left the cart with the shopping shouted:
- He is stealing our things!
- What?! - everyone looked to the place where they left the courses.
A man, started to push their cart, first dissimulating his behaviour with very slowly gestures then accelerating. John got up and started screaming:
- Hey, those are our courses!
They finished the shopping fairly quickly, because everybody helped. John even completed with some things he knew were missing at home but that his mother had forgotten, like the corn-flakes for breakfast, toothpaste that needed to be replaced, the shampoo of swimming, and so on.
Maria was taking some cookies off the shelf when she collides with someone that came running to take a box of the same shelf. Maria started protesting: "Beware!" when she saw who it was: Peter that balanced with difficulty and opened an enthusiastic smile:
- Mary! What are you doing here?
She also laughed to him:
- Same as you, well, I'm shopping! I came with the John’s grandmother.
- Is John here? Where, where?
They quickly joined John who was waiting at the ham line.
The shops were made, the ones from the list and the extra list. It was pizza time! They invited Peter, of course. His parents allowed him to accept the invitation and even thanked because while Peter was with his friends they felt freer to focus on the courses.
So Grandmother, John, Mary and Peter sat on the terrace, each with its board. The shopping cart was in sight of in a corner next. They ate, talked and laughed. Grandmother was hearing them and also entered the conversation. She appreciated very much the company of her grandson and his friends. Peter was very excited. On the way to the shopping center he was protesting with his parents for having to go to the supermarket with them: "When I’ll complete 8 years I want to stay alone at home when you go shopping!" "But why can I not stay home, I am already grown up?!" "I won’t open the door to anyone, I promise!”And so on, but no argument convinced the parents. And now he was thanking for that because there is no doubt about what is the better: stay home alone or having a pizza and a good talk with friends! He told the friends about his protesting talk with the parents and they all laughed. They could perfectly imagine Peter making that kind of scene, convinced that to be 8 years old was really to be “grown up” and allowed to do everything you want. Maria disappointed him:
- You think that when you’ll be eight you’ll be considered grown? I’m eight and I’m not allowed to stay home alone. Except for a few minutes while my parents go to the cafe downstairs.
- But you wanted to be at home alone, too, Maria? - asked grandmother, intrigued.
- It’s a sign of being older, you see. It makes us feel less child. - replied Mary. - She was silent for a moment and then continued - I actually have a bit of fear, sometimes.
Grandmother laughed:
- Never mind, it happens to me also!
Peter, blusterer said:
- When I’ll be allowed to stay home alone I won’t be afraid! "
Suddenly John, who was looking to the side where they had left the cart with the shopping shouted:
- He is stealing our things!
- What?! - everyone looked to the place where they left the courses.
A man, started to push their cart, first dissimulating his behaviour with very slowly gestures then accelerating. John got up and started screaming:
- Hey, those are our courses!
(to be continued)
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