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Darlyn is a little girl with curly black hair. She has dark round eyes that sparkle with a lot of curiosity. She is so restless that she looks like she is going to jump out of a boat every time something catches her attention. She doesn't know what patience is, her motto is to destroy in order to create, she is a true chaos artist.
Her mother, a small woman with dyed red hair, shouted at her with a tone of concern:
—Darlyn, Darlyn!
But the beautiful and indomitable Darlyn paid no attention to her. In her mind, her only objective was to explode the eardrums of the people around her.
—What happened?— her mother asked, crouching down to her level and smiling tenderly, her black eyes shining with love.
Darlyn, her little round mouth hanging open, stood still. Her little black eyes looked with surprise at her mother's face and then at the adults and children around her, as if trying to understand why all those strangers were looking at her.
The mother, with a motherly expression, asked her:
—Why is the little girl screaming if today is her birthday party?
Darlyn continued in silence, watching her mother in awe and trying to articulate words that would not come out of her mouth. However, her attention was diverted when a bright blue ball rolled toward her and came to a stop as it collided with her little right foot.
What an astonishment! The little girl Darlyn began to giggle and clap her little hands. Her mom, who was still standing in front of her, overacted surprise, standing up to prompt Darlyn to throw the ball.
Wow, what a great throw for a three-year-old! The ball flew through the air and landed in front of the owner, a five-year-old boy with straight brown hair who was smiling with charming dimples.
Darlyn squealed excitedly, wanting the ball to be passed to her in a hurry. The child turned and threw the ball blindly, causing great astonishment among the adults to see where it had landed.
The ball instantly broke Darlyn's birthday piñata in the shape of the main character from the movie Moana, and it was horrifying to see all the candy and sweets inside fall on the Moana-themed cake.
—What a mess— exclaimed Darlyn's grandfather, a gray-haired, wrinkled old man. —Who would give a child a ball to play with in such a small apartment?
The adults were showing worried faces, but Darlyn, on the contrary, was happy with the chaos. She started jumping up and down and laughing, because, after all, it was her birthday and she deserved to be completely happy.
—No piñata, no party— protested the mother, frowning. —How are we going to solve this?
The mother of the boy who made the mess apologized wholeheartedly, grabbed her son by the arm and reluctantly dragged him out of the apartment. The other children, who were also playing, were picked up by their parents, who did not know whether to stay or leave in the face of the unexpected situation.
—Darlyn, Darlyn!— Darlyn herself began to shout, and after getting tired of pronouncing his name, she began to shriek. And what a shriek! No one in their right mind would have uttered such a shriek.
—This day will be unforgettable— said Grandpa, folding his arms and looking skeptically at his granddaughter.
—I have an idea— said one of the guests, holding her one-year-old son in her arms. Let's collect all the candy that fell out of the piñata and fill a jar. Let Victor, who is so tall— everyone looked at Victor, the six-foot-tall neighborhood neighbor— hold the makeshift piñata until it's time to break it.
Everyone waited in silence for the hostess (Darlyn's mother) to respond, until she approved the idea. With Victor's help, everyone present got down to work. They managed to retrieve most of the jams and candies that had fallen on the birthday cake, and put them into a jar that Victor held aloft for almost thirty minutes.
Finally, Darlyn's grandfather broke the jaba with a blade and all the goodies fell to the ground. The children scrambled to catch what candy they could. Even the birthday girl was there, fighting for her own candy, more for the lure of the wrappers than for a sweet tooth.
Thus ended Darlyn's party, which for a moment looked like it was going to be a complete disaster. The kids were still enjoying their candy battle on the floor and our protagonist was smiling and squealing in satisfaction at her unforgettable day.
Darlyn es una niña con el cabello rizado y negro. Tiene unos ojos redondos oscuros que brillan con mucha curiosidad. Es tan inquieta que parece que va a saltar de un barco cada vez que algo llama su atención. No sabe lo que es tener paciencia, su lema es destruir para crear, es una verdadera artista del caos.
Su madre, una mujer pequeña y con el cabello teñido de rojo, le gritó con un tono de preocupación:
—¡Darlyn, Darlyn!
Pero la hermosa e indomable Darlyn no le prestó atención. En su mente, su único objetivo era hacer estallar los tímpanos de las personas que la rodeaban.
—¿Qué pasó?— le preguntó su madre, agachándose a su altura y esbozando una tierna sonrisa, mientras sus ojos negros brillaban con amor.
Darlyn, con la boquita redonda abierta, se quedó quieta. Sus ojitos negros miraron con sorpresa la cara de su mamá y luego a los adultos y los niños que la rodeaban, como si intentara entender por qué todos aquellos desconocidos la miraban.
La madre con expresión maternal, le preguntó:
—¿Por qué la niña grita si hoy es su fiesta de cumpleaños?
Darlyn continuó en silencio, observando a su madre con asombro e intentando articular palabras que no salían de su boca. Sin embargo, su atención se desvió cuando una pelota azul brillante rodó hacia ella y se detuvo al chocar con su pequeño pie derecho.
¡Qué asombro! La niña Darlyn comenzó a reír y a aplaudir con sus manitas. Su mamá, que aún estaba frente a ella, se puso a sobreactuar sorpresa, levantándose para incitar a Darlyn a que lanzara la pelota.
¡Vaya, qué gran lanzamiento para una niña de tres años!. La pelota voló por los aires y aterrizó frente al dueño, un niño de cinco años con cabello castaño y lacio que sonreía con hoyuelos encantadores.
Darlyn gritó emocionada, deseando que le pasaran la pelota con prisa. El niño se dio la vuelta y lanzó la pelota a ciegas, causando un gran asombro entre los adultos al ver dónde había caído.
La pelota rompió instantáneamente la piñata de cumpleaños de Darlyn con forma de la protagonista de la película Moana, y fue horrible ver cómo todas las golosinas y caramelos que había dentro cayeron sobre el pastel decorado igualmente con la temática de Moana.
—¡Qué desastre!— exclamó el abuelo de Darlyn, un anciano canoso y arrugado. —¿A quién se le ocurre darle la pelota a un niño para jugar en un apartamento tan pequeño?
Los adultos mostraban caras de preocupación, pero Darlyn, muy al contrario, estaba feliz con el caos. Comenzó a saltar y a reír, porque, después de todo, era su cumpleaños y merecía ser completamente feliz.
—Sin piñata no hay fiesta— protestó la mamá, con el ceño fruncido. —¿Cómo vamos a solucionar esto?
La mamá del niño que ocasionó aquel desastre pidió disculpas de todo corazón, agarró a su hijo del brazo y lo sacó a regañadientes de aquel apartamento. Los otros niños, que también estaban jugando, fueron recogidos por sus padres, que no sabían si quedarse o marcharse ante la inesperada situación.
—¡Darlyn, Darlyn!— comenzó a gritar la propia Darlyn, y tras cansarse de pronunciar su nombre, comenzó a chillar.
¡Y qué chillidos! Nadie en su sano juicio habría emitido un alarido así.
—Este día será inolvidable— dijo el abuelo, cruzándose de brazos y contemplando escéptico a su nieta.
—Tengo una idea— dijo una de las invitadas, sosteniendo a su hijo de un año en sus brazos—. Recojamos todas las golosinas posibles que cayeron de la piñata y llenemos una jaba. Que Víctor, que es tan alto —todos miraron a Víctor, el vecino del barrio que mide casi dos metros—, sostenga la improvisada piñata hasta que sea la hora de romperla.
Todos aguardaron en silencio la respuesta de la anfitriona (la mamá de Darlyn), hasta que aprobó la idea. Con la ayuda de Víctor, todos los presentes se pusieron manos a la obra. Así, lograron recuperar la mayoría de las confituras y dulces que habían caído sobre el pastel de cumpleaños, y los pusieron dentro de una jaba que Víctor sostuvo en alto durante casi treinta minutos.
Finalmente, el abuelo de Darlyn rompió la jaba con una cuchilla y todas las golosinas cayeron al suelo. Los niños se lanzaron para capturar los dulces que podían. Incluso la cumpleañera estaba ahí, luchando por sus propios caramelos, más por el atractivo de las envolturas que por golosa.
Así terminó la fiesta de Darlyn, la que por un momento pareció que iba a ser un completo desastre. Los niños aún disfrutaban de su batalla de dulces en el suelo y nuestra protagonista sonreía y chillaba satisfecha en su día inolvidable.
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A birthday story that even though some things didn't go well, in the end everyone had fun and ended up collecting the candy, including the beautiful birthday girl. You share a beautiful story with us.
Thanks for sharing your story with us.
Excellent day.
Thank you!!!
I haven't heard the name Darlyn before. It's a really really pretty name. Darlyn's birthday party really went well and halfway into it, I didn't expect things to turn out so well. This is an amazing story. I loved reading
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Despite the gloomy experience, the birthday party is one day Daryln will live to remember. This story reminds me of such times when our birthday parties was celebrated with coke bottles and cabin buscuit.