Competences against learning styles in the family.

Sometimes we believe that, faced with a problem, the world only changes for each of those involved, —that is the distant, alien and strange look. Not for Charly and Carini, used to dealing with these cases. Although this time the variable is the integrated family with their daughters: Vicky and Danay against the disintegrated family of Everly (he was interned in a police jail, awaiting a trial that plunges him into a prison or a legal reprimand, which distances him of his wife and family for a while) and Mielsy (taken to the ICU ward, where she requires intensive care due to a strange beating she received, although everything is under investigation) and their only son: Uriely. That lively little cousin, whose freckles are the whisper of the girls, it amuses them to start counting them when he sleeps; and there is more than one drawing with those few details pasted on the wall, since he arrived.

These marked differences were noticeable in the family learning sharing class. Three and even four lists were made about: Who is the new classmate?

The first to notice was Danay. Very impressed, she said, setting out her list:

- No! I can believe it cousin Uriely, you're left handed. And you draw from right to left, maybe you write like a Chinese ... Ha Jo ho ...

The laughter was such in the group that they could be heard until nightfall… —Uriely, had a leash, had forged a "gentle character, at least with the female cousins" and joined the laughter of the class, and applauded the gesture of Danay, because in his defunct home, he was questioned for that great detail of manual dexterity. He now he was, different because the concept he had of his cousins was very high and he took it as a great sense of humor and approval, since he felt identified.

- Ha Jo ho. Uriely repeated. Well, this sounded like a great integrating reception, an icebreaker opens hearts.

"What strikes me," he said, Vicky, outlining a slight smile, "are your curls." Ha Jo ju. And I know you paint very beautiful cousin; finish the mandala and we will place it on the achievement board for the week. I give you "the star of illustration competition" for your great skill and dexterity in painting.

- I note, this: "the star of the illustration competition", said Papa Charly, "we should put another color and size ...

- And that it has, silver glitters. - He said, Danay.

"Ah, but you guys are going to forgive me, but we are going to support Uriely, he has a problem with doggy moods," she said, Mama Carini, "Who will lend you a pair of socks?" Or better if we knit yarn socks for this summer. Some class reference color: blue or green.

- Blue ... And that dad, lend him his panties. He said, Vicky, "Ha Ho ho ...

- It is my turn to describe my support list. They will also offer him the 2020 school divers, because they will no longer serve and he needs to wear soon, the polo shirts and shorts of physical education and the shoes of both.

- Okay, dad !!

Reorganizing the apprentices again is elementary, and this, every time a new student arrives and more so, he stays, let's say "forever at home." In pandemic times, readjustments are necessary to expand the budget from 4 to 5 prospects, and given his quality of being a child, he requires special attention in a universe where women predominate.

The sisters, despite the difference in age and degree of study, set the same pace when learning, given that they had a father who is an educator by vocation and a mother who is a teacher by experience. The problem is to analyze Uriely's case, it is already known that his parents were nothing similar to those mentioned; however, qualities of a painter would be discovered, although the primary competencies are artistic drawing and even technical drawing.

"Uncle Charly, would you give me another blank page, but without those lines…" He said, Uriely.

—It is said: without Cartesian plane. - He said, Danay.

- Here you go, and a folder for you to save your work from now on.

Suddenly, Uriely began to make light and short strokes, but fast, he used a gray color, he erased certain parts on purpose. 15 minutes passed, concentrating on what he was doing. Actually, no one else was doing something, because everyone was looking absorbed, the work ... it was a scene like Comics, the background a building in shadows of darkness and a character was climbing the walls, looking for something towards a conglomeration of small houses. And oh, the house stood out from the rest ...

- He said, Danay: where did you learn to paint like this, without having made a base line, like a sketch? first you paint and second you draw on colors and with shadows, heights, depth and open spaces. A marvel!

- Oh! Yes. "He said, Vicky. It looks very real.

"This I watched Dad do and then he finished them and why he took them away," he said, Uriely. I chose to learn by myself. Suddenly something fell on the drawing, expanding rapidly and mixing the colors. Uriely was crying and increasingly desperate, it was a crying inc

sustainable, so everyone had the idea to hug him. And although the work was spoiled ...

"Danay said," What a coincidence, this is it, outside in the street: it rains; and on Uriely's drawing, rivers are running ...

—For today the class is enough, let's go to recess and 15 minutes later we will meet in the study room to talk about competitions against learning styles in the family. Mama Carini, will help us understand how we each learn, based on the first individual work, I hope a great share for tomorrow in collaborative work. And of course, if Uriely doesn't wake us up again with his nightmares, we can have more ideas than when we dream, they wake us up.

"Uriely, son," Carini said, "by the way, bring me the drawing you made the other day about a dragon."

In a few minutes, Uriely came back. Come honey, let's go to the office, I want to teach you how to process an analog image through a scan capture, and then digitize and process it. You are sure to love it, see how it can be done again, with more defined strokes, that is, draw vectors using vector software on the computer.

—30 minutes later, Uriely, I made the first digital sketches of him and how he was amazed at the part of painting and repainting, and making images transparent ...

—When he grows up, he said to himself: "I'll be a famous painter."

-How good!

In the afternoon, he returned to take more leaves and sketched more sketches of dark scenes, one of them had a man with a scar on his face and in his left hand a dagger, and from this, thick drops of blood dripped; beside him lay a dog inert.

—Uriely, again, was tearing and continuing to draw and paint with colors moistened with his tears.

"Whoa!" That is Lucky. Poor thing, it had to end like this.

"But: Who is that man?" How ugly, does it look like Uncle Everly's drawings?

-Yes! It's a Faite, one of those from the book of poems: Covid and Faites.

"Girls, let's go make an orange flavored cake." Surely with that, we congratulate Uriely's talent.

"You need something else," Charly said.

—I would like you to use lighter colors and if you can give each of your characters a name. You know? Who are they?

"Did you ever see some of them come to your house, Uriely."

"Or your dad Everly took you to a meeting with them."

"They played casinos with your dad."

Uriely's silence said it all. So Charly chose to retire and leave him alone. He lowered the volume on the sound equipment and turned on the studio fluorescent, drew the curtains a bit so that more natural light came in and he opened the upper window to let in fresh air. He was looking to give you comfort and the best ventilation. This by criterion facilitates the best thinking and accelerates the receptive and follow-up capacity. The peace of the environment, the good treatment and the permanent care would not give rise to pain, sadness and heartbreak and favored opening channels of trust, which was needed for the drawings to be more explicit. Uriely's drawings could be the only evidentiary truth.

After a few hours they all saw again that he had conceived to illustrate Uriely, and again: Drawings as many as single sheets! This time there was an outstanding detail, it was some numbers in the upper left part of each sheet that allowed a thread, as if they will tell a story from beginning to end.

"Vicky, this time, beat Danay." And she noticed that the numbers were not correlative, but some odd and some even.

—Danay, observing each sheet, noticed the correlation, and with financial logic, said: They are graduations up to the number one hundred and therefore, there are one hundred sheets. Drawn or to be drawn?

"But if there are only 12 sheets on this desk and 3 on the wall on the right side of the window,

"Here are 3 more, in the drawer." It would be 16.

—And the others: 6, on the first day and on the second day: 6. We counted a total of 28.

—I think the task now is to locate the leaves.

"Dad, too, you need to get up to 100 A4 sheets and leave them with Uriely."

-Done.

"Now, we are secret detectives." Danay said.

"I think we have to get Uriely up to have dinner with us, since his belly already blew." Someone is speaking to us inside him. Or is it my imagination, he must have eaten one of those demons who moved those men he draws and who did great evil in his house against Aunt Mielsy and Uncle Everly.

"Convinced." They are Dragons! That we have to dissuade ...

—Uriely, cousin, get up, let's eat ...

-Already. I'm going with you.

"I want to wash first." I think I dreamed again, but this time awake.