The Frog That Found Me (Writings from My Old Notebook)[ES/EN]

I used to walk alone through the forest, barefoot, in the drizzle and without a home... My wings were broken, not completely, but one of them, when trying to fly during that stormy night, broke like thin glass, struggling to survive where I was enduring cold and heat. I remember that's how it felt when I saw my broken wing and could only keep walking in the night; I had lost my home in the search for food and a new place to live. My parents left me alone; they decided it was time for me to spread my wings.
In my desperation and anxiety, I didn't know that walking alone through the forest would present a challenge. I wasn't afraid, but I trusted my thoughts without considering the consequences. At that moment, as I walked, watching the ground and listening to the noise of crickets and grasshoppers, avoiding falling into puddles and inhaling the strong aroma of mud and dampness while listening to the rain fall, I was surprised by the sound of the petals of a giant flower falling in front of my path... The movement of the flower's leaves forced me to hide behind the darkness of the blackberry bushes.
With a crooked voice, I could hear the direct greeting of a frog hiding among the flowers —"Hello! Are you lost? Can I help you?"—Without answering, I slowly peeked out of the bush, whispering fearfully and sadly —"Yes! I'm lost and scared"—"Don't be afraid!"—"Anyone could be scared on a night like this, but for those of us used to living like this, we aren't afraid"—, surprised at first, I wondered if the frog could help me and if, for the first time, it was possible to trust someone who had been used to living alone, in the dark and with only the company of the rain, unable to stop it.
Walking slowly, gently holding my arms as he stroked them, he suddenly jumped up, came down to where I was and said: —"Lonely people have been lost many times but they always find a way to survive in the midst of them"—.
As he spoke to me, the night seemed to stand still; he proceeded to continue on his way, and I decided to look around and chase after the frog. Many questions assailed my mind.
We reached a small stream with a short bridge. From afar, I could see the frog staying in the middle of it. I followed her again and sat down beside her without saying a word. I looked down and saw our reflection in the water. We were so different, but I thought that perhaps what made us alike was what we had been through, the same feelings... I still couldn't discover what she kept inside, what had become of the frog's life before she met me... "One night wasn't enough to know more."
As I was thinking, she added, "Time runs out easily for all that we want to know." How did she know? I wondered to myself. Am I beginning to feel peace in the midst of the storm? Does she know how deeply hurt I am and how defenseless I feel when my wounds are exposed? After a few minutes of silence, as I used a flower as an umbrella to shield myself, she added, "Taking care of others is something many are unwilling to do. The wounds you are struggling to heal today are just beginning to be inflicted by others. It will always be an act of love to mend a broken wing, because you know how much it hurt you."
Thinking about everything he told me, I understood many things... "From that night on, I began to see the moon's brilliance in a different way"; as it stopped raining.
Relatos de mi viejo cuaderno...
Stories from my old notebook...
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Excelente cuento @anne002 . El mensaje oculto es el de la confianza.
Una sugerencia: escribir primero en un solo idioma y luego a continuación seguir con el otro. Feliz día!
I'm glad you liked it...Of course! I'll keep that in mind @katleya