The sun had already set on the horizon. The day had brought long hours and busy minutes. The seconds had taken triple as long to pass. At last, the time to go home had arrived and Daddy jumped in the car. Master Yaddle was waiting for him to finish buckling his seat bealt, when Daddy said: “Go! Let’s get outta here!”
The car raced on the highway. The lights of the road painted beautiful white/yellowish colors upon the car’s windshields. The roar of the engine channeled the rage the couple was feeling, from a incredibly long day. Although classical music played on the radio, they listened to heavy metal. Being the wisest one, Master Yaddle spoke first: “We need to calm ourselves. They can’t see us like this”. Daddy nodded in agreement, and the music changed back to Mozart.
Almost an hour had gone by. The fresh cold air of San Lorenzo’s mountains dressed the atmosphere with a most amazing Puerto Rican Christmas Spirit. The sound of the guitar and the “Cuatro” was felt as soon as the doors of the car were opened. Daddy looked around, as if to see where the music was coming, when the house’s door opened and his baby Boy shot right out of it. His Princess followed; running towards them both with open arms. Whatever was left of the day’s rage vanished in an instant. Master Yaddle smiled with closed eyes while enjoying the close embrace her daughter had given them.
A few seconds later she noticed, that something was not right. Even though her boy had hugged them in excitement, his eyes were watery and his chest filled with sadness. Daddy looked at Master Yaddle and without the need for words they both thought their lateness was the culprit of their son’s tears.
They all said their goodbyes to Tita and Tito. The car, once again, embraced the family and took them home. At home, Master Yaddle tried to learn why her son was so blue. She picked him up, and with much love, looked at his eyes and said: “What’s wrong, honey?” The boy held his breath for a second, and tears started flowing from his eyes. His sister came over and brought his book bag. Apparently she knew what was going on. Daddy observed the scene with anticipation. The boy got off from his mother’s arms, opened his bag and started looking for something that lay inside. When he took it out of the bag, Daddy understood exactly what his son felt. He had felt the same a long time ago.
Batman was broken. His top half had been severed from his bottom half. The boy’s toy was dead to his eyes. Mom got down on her knees, while dad, took the corpse from his hands. Princess took a step back and hugged her Daddy’s leg in hopes that everything would be settled. Dad felt a sudden chill up his spine and water filled his eyes. Master Yaddle swallowed her feelings and simply said: “I’ll make it better, honey.”
The next morning, while Dad cooked up breakfast, the Sun rose and smiled upon every living thing. It’s warmth cleared the coldness of the night with perfect timing. Brother and sister came to eat their meal, while Master Yaddle walked silently over to her son. Daddy turned with a great smile on his face, while his daughter tried to look at what her Mommy had on her hands, behind her back. In anticipation, the son jumped from his seat and with the rays of the sun in his face gave his mother a wide smile which was the result of a mended Batman that lay on his mother’s sticky hands. Glue had saved the day.