THE CHAOS

I arrived in his room and saw him playing on the tablet.

-What happened to my prince? (I arrived and asked)

-Nothing!

-Look, I know you, don't lie to me.

-Grandma asked if I wanted to live with her forever.

-Oh, your grandmother is like that, but don't worry, we're never going to separate, the crew never separates, right Commander? (I said joking and saluting)

-Promise??

-Yes, Commander. (I said)

-Now let's go down to the ship where the aliens are attacking. (I said taking him in my lap and playing spaceship and going down with him to the bottom of the kitchen)

-To Father. (Said he laughing)

-Look we promised that nothing would spoil our Christmas remember? (I asked)

-Yes captain. (she said still laughing)

-Look who decided to show up!! Come here and stay with grandma. (Said Marta, appearing in the kitchen)

-He's helping me here in the kitchen, he knows all his mother's recipes and he helps me. (I said winking at him)

-Okay, if he wants, we're here in the room.

-It's OK.

-Thank you!!(whisper Christopher)

-Now let's cook commander.(I said)

-Let's go!!(he replied)

-Tell me the orders there captain.(I said while stirring the sauce and it was almost ready)

Since I was little Christopher has always been very attached to me and when he got a little older it was and the fix of his mother's death really fell that's when he became even more attached, and since then he has been more and more attached.

Dinner went well, we sat at the table, I made sure to set the table in the most beautiful way possible. Sousplat putz, cloth napkins with their clips, cutlery to match the plates and rests for all the bowls. Everything was blue themed. It was all so organized it looked like supper itself.

Before we sat down to eat, I made a point of asking/begging my children to eat everything.

They're children would obviously have things they don't like to eat, especially if they were healthy things. But as you can imagine, my in-laws will invent anything to make me look like a step-dad monster who can't even educate his own children to eat healthy.

And yes I am being specific because it has happened, not once but several times.

In the points of the table, there was a natural orange. Since giving soda to kids outside of holidays can make them diabetic according to my in-laws

And now is the time you've wondered. Are these lovely seniors (realize the irony) not excited grandchildren? And the answer is yes. They are so similar to 4 hurricanes that I'm even afraid of them taking off.

But if I complain, they say that I'm a very strict father and that I'm being exaggerated (yes they don't care about hypocrisy) for so many points to realize that the whole problem is me

I made a point of serving everyone's plate 4 children so that ; first I wasn't called a sloppy dad and second they didn't stain the towel

I'm not crazy about cleanliness, and my in-laws didn't complain about them dropping their food. But what the specific towel is was very important to me. Alex, my wife, despite not being the most feminine woman in the world, had some customs well…, how can I say, an old lady (there is no better way to describe it) is embroidery. And that towel was the last thing she was able to finish before she died. I think you can imagine how important she is to me. It literally was never put on the table.

Well everything was going well, they didn't complain about my food, oddly enough. We sat at the end of the meal waiting for a while before attacking dessert (it's good to wait for the food to settle before eating again)

-- wow, what a different towel.(my father-in-law said)

-- I hope this is a compliment, this towel was embroidered by your daughter. (I answered bluntly)

-- oh it's hers! (Marta said to herself)-- don't let anything happen to her!

I felt bad for her at that moment. I love my kids and I know she loved her daughter, I think I would also turn into a grumpy monster if for some reason they weren't here anymore

The kids seemed to be getting a little sad at this point. I try my best not to let my kids miss my wife. Even not wearing things that are too sentimentally attached to her. I know it might sound a little cruel, but for me it's the easiest way to deal with the book, and I try to make it easy for my kids. Of course I don't hide everything, we have photos and videos, I just try to keep things from turning around. For that sentimental side

Well, seeing that they were starting to have bad memories, I decided to change that.

-- we can now attack dessert!!

Things were going well, the subject had died and my in-laws were asking about school things for the 4 until we decided to clear the table.

-- you can let daddy laugh at the table. (Lucas offered)

It turned out that they split into two groups, Christopher and Lucas did the dishes and Camila and Mia.

Poor Mia. Always so responsible and careful, she tripped over a rug that was under the table just when she had dessert in her hands (it was a chocolate pudding) the towel was sad

-- OH MY GOD GIRL DON'T YOU TAKE CARE!!?(screamed my father-in-law)

-- oh my God. No, no, no. (Marta was desperately trying to get the chocolate off the table)

-- forgive me, let me take the towel off to wash it. (Ana ran to the table)

-- no, you've already helped a lot. (MY FATHER-IN-LAW spoke again, he wasn't screaming anymore, but he was still angry)

The other 3 were on the kitchen door frame watching the mess.

-- why don't you two go unpack . I wash it. (I looked at her with a much more serious look than I should have)

The floor was full of broken glass and chocolate, she quickly ran to collect the glass, the other 3 disappeared to get distracted by something else.

I quickly went to the laundry room. I made a really crazy mix of products to remove stains. I was madly rubbing that towel, until the embroidery stitches started to come out.

-- no no no, I took care of you. I did everything so that nothing happened. Sorry it wasn't enough. (at that time I didn't even talk about the towel, I was crying desperately)

-- Dad is all set. (It was Ana. I didn't even look at her, I hide my face so she wouldn't see me crying and I started to hang the towel on a clothesline that was in the laundry room)

“better to dry something so delicate naturally” (I thought)

-- ok I'm going now

-- please excuse me

-- it's all right

-- I didn't see the rug, I was just trying to help

-- I'VE SAID IT'S ALL OK. (at that time I turned around and looked at her) Her

the dress wasn't covered in chocolate, her face was red from crying so much. And that's when I saw the worst, his feet, knees and hands were also bleeding.

-- oh my God what happened to you?

- I was barefoot when the dessert glass fell. And I knelt down to pick up the pieces. (she looked at her hands)

-- oh my God come here.(I picked her up and took her to the bathroom of my room

First I cleaned all the wounds possible, took out the broken glass with tweezers, cleaned it with an antiseptic and wrapped it in the bandages. plastic on her knees and told her to take a bath)

"That way she would avoid wetting her parents' creatives and her hands. The knee I would do again later" (I thought)

I put the water in the bathtub and went out to get some pajamas and check my in-laws and my children.