🇪🇸|🇬🇧 Jairo y el Gigante Invisible | Cuento • Jairus and the Invisible Giant

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Jairo no era el típico héroe.

No tenía capa, ni voz fuerte, ni ganas de pelearse con nadie. Tenía el pelo siempre alborotado, una mochila con dibujos de planetas y una forma de caminar como si estuviera escuchando música aunque no tuviera auriculares.

En la escuela, la mayoría lo veía como “ese chico raro”, porque no jugaba al fútbol, porque leía cosas que nadie entendía y porque no se reía de los chistes malos de los demás.

No era tímido, pero sí tranquilo, y en el fondo, todos sabían que algo en él era distinto. Como si llevara algo importante escondido bajo la camiseta, justo donde late el corazón.

Un lunes, llegó a la escuela un chico nuevo, Jorge, grande, fuerte, con risa de líder y una forma de mirar que te hacía sentir chiquitico. En dos días ya tenía seguidores y en tres ya había decidido de quién iban a burlarse.

Y ahí fue cuando eligió a Alma.

Alma era nueva también, callada, usaba anteojos gruesos y decía cosas dulces sin levantar mucho la voz, le gustaban los mapas y dibujaba árboles que parecían de otro planeta.

Jorge empezó con cosas pequeñas como esconderle el lápiz, ponerle sobrenombres, reírse de su mochila con stickers, y los demás le seguían la corriente.

Nadie decía nada porque Jorge daba miedo, un miedo raro, de esos que no se ven, pero se sienten.

Hasta que un día, mientras todos estaban en la fila esperando entrar a clase, Jorge le arrancó el cuaderno a Alma y empezó a leer en voz alta los dibujos que ella había hecho, se reía y los demás se reían con el.

¿Y Alma…? Alma se quedó inmóvil, con las manos temblando, mirando el piso como si quisiera simplemente desaparecer.

Entonces, sin decir ni una palabra, Jairo salió de la fila.

Caminó derecho hacia Jorge, se lo quedó mirando, sin gritar, sin empujar, sin mostrar los puños y le dijo:

Devuélveselo, con una actitud firme, como si le estuviera diciendo al viento que pare.

Jorge se rió.

¿Y tu quién eres? ¿Su guardaespaldas?

Jairo respiró hondo. No bajó la mirada.

Soy alguien que no se queda callado cuando las cosas están mal. Hizo una pausa, lo miró como si viera más allá de él y dijo pausadamente.

¿Y tu quién eres, además de un gigante invisible?

Jorge no entendía, nunca nadie le había dicho algo así, ¿invisible?. No era por que no lo veían, sino porque todo ese poder que creía tener había desaparecido en ese momento.

Y en ese segundo algo cambió, en todos, porque alguien había dicho lo que nadie, por miedo, se atrevía a decir.

Jorge tiró el cuaderno al piso y se fue, no dijo más nada.

Y Jairo... bueno, Jairo volvió a su lugar en la fila, como si nada, pero todos sabían que no era "como si nada".

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Ese día, el colegio no fue igual, no porque se haya vencido a un enemigo, sino porque alguien mostró que el verdadero valor no es gritar más fuerte. Es tener el corazón firme cuando todo lo demás tiembla.

Jairo no necesitaba superpoderes.

Porque tenia la certeza de estar haciendo lo correcto y eso, aunque de miedo, lo hacía más fuerte que cualquier gigante invisible.

🇬🇧 English version

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Jairo wasn't your typical hero.

He didn't have a cape, a loud voice, or any desire to fight anyone. He had always messy hair, a backpack with drawings of planets on it, and a way of walking as if he were listening to music even without headphones.

At school, most people saw him as "that weird kid" because he didn't play soccer, because he read things no one understood, and because he didn't laugh at other people's bad jokes. He wasn't shy, but he was quiet, and deep down, everyone knew something about him was different. As if he were carrying something important hidden under his shirt, right where his heart beats.

One Monday, a new boy, Jorge, arrived at school. He was big, strong, with a leader's laugh and a way of looking at you that made you feel tiny. In two days he already had followers, and in three he'd already decided who they were going to make fun of.

And that's when he chose Alma.

Alma was new too, quiet, wore thick glasses, and said sweet things without raising her voice. She liked maps and drew trees that looked like they were from another planet.

Jorge started with small things like hiding his pencil, giving him nicknames, and making fun of his backpack with stickers, and the others went along with it.

No one said anything because Jorge was scary, a strange kind of scary, the kind you can't see, but you can feel.

Until one day, while everyone was waiting in line to go to class, Jorge snatched Alma's notebook and began reading aloud the drawings she had made. He laughed, and the others laughed with him.

And Alma...? Alma stood motionless, her hands shaking, staring at the floor as if she wanted to simply disappear.

Then, without saying a word, Jairo stepped out of line.

He walked straight up to Jorge, stared at him, without shouting, without pushing, without showing his fists, and said:

Give it back to him, with a firm attitude, as if he were telling the wind to stop.

Jorge laughed.

And who are you? His bodyguard?

Jairo took a deep breath. He didn't lower his gaze.

I'm someone who doesn't stay silent when things are bad. He paused, looked at him as if he could see beyond him, and said slowly.

And who are you, besides an invisible giant?

Jorge didn't understand. No one had ever said anything like that to him. Invisible? It wasn't because they couldn't see him, but because all the power he thought he had had disappeared in that moment.

And in that second, something changed in everyone, because someone had said what no one, out of fear, dared to say.

Jorge threw his notebook on the floor and left. He didn't say anything else.

And Jairo... well, Jairo returned to his place in line, as if nothing had happened, but everyone knew it wasn't "as if nothing had happened."

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That day, school wasn't the same, not because an enemy had been defeated, but because someone showed that true courage isn't shouting louder. It's having a firm heart when everything else is shaking.

Jairo didn't need superpowers.

Because he was certain he was doing the right thing, and that, even though it was scary, made him stronger than any invisible giant.

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