Contemplation

Ixchel Santillán

"Boys and girls will rejoice / Fighting together, no one will stop us / Stronger together, to fight." Myriam Verdonck

How pleasant contemplation is; I place myself in a distant corner to observe the comings and goings of adults—smiling, restless, expectant. The Reunion, for most of those who attend, is a moment to see old friends again. For others, it’s our first time, but despite that, we immediately feel the warmth of hearts in every embrace.





Amidst that crowd of tall people, small bodies can be seen, clinging to the adult hands that accompany and guide them. They don’t question, speak little, and search among the people for some eyes that are more or less at their same height.

At first, almost everything is looking up, greetings in various languages, some of them unknown. Suddenly, they find what they have been searching for since their arrival. They timidly look at each other, smile, knowing they are equals, knowing they are accomplices, knowing they are childhood.