She could read and write very decently. She acted crazy, but she wasn't. She ate many insects, one after another, and got very dizzy when she looked out over the stream. She saw her own reflection in the water and got scared. Then played with her own shadow and laughed at her stupidities. She talked to herself whenever she remembered. It was a very small frog that had barely been born. Everyone in her little town was looking for her. She had run away since she was born because her mother was crushed under some wheels. The little frog was not sure about jumping because she was afraid of reaching the sky where her mother frog was. The little frog had been orphaned, so she had to mature by force. She differed from other frogs because she was more fragile, more sensitive. She discovered that she couldn't hear well in her left ear, which made her even more vulnerable. The others called her Panchita, she was content with being called “Chita”.
She ate ants that came in a row, if they weren't in a row she wasn't interested in them. Well, the ant that didn't follow the rules was saved. Chita spent the day thinking about how frogs can have such a low temperature. She was cold all the time, but she enjoyed life. She had no choice. Her mother had taught her that life goes by very quickly and that it is better to take a safe leap than many false steps. The one who arrives one day is wiser than who never arrived. Chita's mother taught her very well that worms crawl before they are butterflies and that butterflies fly before losing their wings. “Everything is temporary” remembers the little frog.
Her mother's voice resonates deep in her heart every time she closes her eyes. Chita wonders where her mother is right now? Her body died, but that's all... the skin disintegrated, but her mother is still alive. Chita still remembers the macabre sound of that giant tractor driven by humans who sometimes forget to look down because they are always looking in unison. Humans sometimes don't look to the sides, because they can't jump like frogs. They become cold without being cold and forget the perfection of the imperfection of the moment. That wheel of that giant tractor approached aggressively and without thinking, took away Chita's mother without mercy. Now Panchita the frog is alone in the middle of the puddles, looking for her own identity. Despite not hearing much, the little frog connected with a whisper in his front legs that told her to keep jumping like never before. Jump until you reach the sky because I'm waiting for you here, but before taking that big jump, look to the sides, remember your voice and don't get distracted from your focus.
That voice still lives in the heart of the little frog. It is the voice of her mother who is still alive, on another level, accompanying her. Chita just has to close her eyes and jump very high to hear the message...
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