Santa the Liar

He got up, ran barefoot to the door, among all his little friends' shoes were his own. They had left him a little toy car.

He looked at it and went back to bed crying. All the children at the home were happy, except him.

The caretaker asked him what he had asked Santa for. He answered: it's a secret between Santa and me.

In the afternoon they took them to a neighborhood square where a group of neighbor women had hired a wise man who petted the children and gave each one a toy.

The children from the home went up, kissed him, got their gift. But not him. The caretaker told him: "go say hello to Santa Claus, give him a kiss." He, with a scowl on his face, walked up and gave him a terrible kick. He shouted at him: "liar, you didn't bring me what I asked for." Then Santa Claus asked him: "what did you ask me for? Maybe it slipped my memory and now I can give it to you."

Then, crying, he told him: "I asked you for a mom and a dad." Santa's throat tightened and he couldn't answer.

One of the neighbor women who had organized this and who witnessed the scene came up to the boy and told him: "what you asked for is taking a while to arrive, and while it's on its way, they sent you the toys." The boy looked at her with his eyes full of tears and said: "you're not lying to me, right?"

"Of course not!"

He hugged her. And into that hug he put all his hopes.

The neighbor, mother of three children, talked to them and they set about finding out which judge had the adoption case. After several months, they granted her temporary custody.

Today, grown up, he still asks forgiveness for the kick and compares it to the biblical act where Moses struck the rock and water flowed out. His kick opened the door to a family for him and allowed him to have faith and believe.