A las horas de entrada y salida del liceo el transporte que agarrábamos no parecía un servicio público sino un transporte escolar del muchachero tan grande que nos montábamos, lo cual hacía que conociéramos a una gran cantidad de muchachas y muchachos que no estudiaban contigo, pero si en el liceo.

Nuestro apellido es Pacheco. Un buen día, en ese ir y venir uno de los muchachos, con el autobús repleto, lanza un grito de guerra:

—Aquí van las Pacheeee, Pacheeee, Pacheeee y un coro de zagaletones respondió:

—Pa´che cochita. Y aquel autobús full de adolescente se llenó de carcajadas y, desde ese momento paso a ser la mejor distracción del trayecto.

Nosotras, las cuatro, nos llenábamos de verguenza por la connotación sexual de la expresión y ser la burla de un grupo grande y fuerte, así que pronto, como buen bullying, el asunto cada vez se hazo más fuerte y comenzamos a llegar a la casa, unas llorando y otras molestas e impotentes.

Mi mamá, que no tenía, tiempo ni fuerza para resolver esos problemas, nos repetía lo que desde niña nos decía con frecuencia:

—Ustedes son cuatro y juntas nadie las puede embromar (usaba otra palabra ja,ja,ja, pero esta vale).

Y así con esa fuerza de grupo decidimos ponerle punto final a la situación. Como quien va a la batalla planificamos caerle a golpes al muchacho que cada noche, de regreso a casa, iniciaba el chalequeo, estratégicamente nos ubicamos cerca de él y en lo que abrió la boca para comenzar a gritar le caímos encima: lo mordimos, arañamos, golpeamos y, asombrosamente, nadie en el autobús se metió a defenderlo.

Lo cierto es que hasta ese día nos molestaron y lo más gracioso fue que a partir de allí, el muchacho se hizo muy amigo de nosotras, incluso, fue novio de una de mis hermanas.

Pienso que este hecho particular nos unió de manera muy especial, fue como tomar consciencia de nuestro poder cuando estamos y actuamos juntas, un sentimiento que se ha mantenido a lo largo del tiempo que nos ha permitido afrontar situaciones en un apretado y suave lazo de solidaridad, amor y respeto.

Cada una ha asumido un rol en la vida de las otras, hoy haciendo este viaje familiar reconozco las virtudes y necesidades de cada una y como nos vamos compensando, por ejemplo: una de ellas solo requiere ser escuchada, otra no tiene dificultad para pedir apoyo y guía emocional y con la otra la relación es más horizontal, tiene una gran paciencia y capacidad de escucha infinita, por mi parte encuentro en cada una “mi mejor amiga”, siento que cuento con ellas de manera incondicional, somos fuertes y apoyo para lo que venga.

También hoy al reconocer el valor que estas relaciones tienen en mi día a día agradezco el tenerlas a mi lado y a mi hermano, que ya no se encuentra en este plano, le doy gracias a Dios y a la vida por habérmelo colocado como compañero en un gran trecho porque junto a mi mamá formamos ese clan, que estemos cerca o lejos, constantemente nos decimos en palabras, gestos y afectos ¡Aquí estamos!

Aprovecho la oportunidad para invitar a los amigos @irvinc y @sorprendente a unirse a esta emotiva iniciativa compartiendo esas vivencias con esos hermosos seres que la vida nos ha regalado.

In English

Talking about my brothers is gratifying for me, sitting here preparing to write about them, the smile is drawn on my face, a feeling of tenderness emerges in my memory and in my present, I try to grab a thread to develop the theme, there are so many experiences that unite us and I do not know which of them to take to give an idea of who we are as a tribe, as a clan.

I reread the invitation made by our friend @tibaire in her first initiative of the year in the @holos-lotus community, Conversando con mis Ancestros 1 - Los hermanos, mis primeros amigos where she wonderfully describes point by point those relationships of love, rivalry, companionship, complicity that draw the life of that tangle of relationships that are woven in the family and that mark who we are.

From the text I take this sentence: "Have you ever had an anecdote defending your siblings or your siblings defending you? It would be great if you could share it!" and I decided to share with you an anecdote of adolescence, here I leave aside the relationship with my brother because he was the eldest and at that time he was already on other paths.

There was a school year, back in the 70's, when the four of us sisters were studying in the same high school, it was called the basic cycle, so the youngest was in the first year, the next one in the second year and the oldest and I in the third year. The family rule, dictated by my mother, was that we went and returned together, in a school schedule from one in the afternoon to seven at night, although the high school was not very far away, it was necessary to go and come by bus.

At the times of entry and exit of the high school the transportation that we took did not seem a public service but a school bus because of the large number of boys and girls that we rode, which made us meet a great number of boys and girls that did not study with you, but at the high school.

Our last name is Pacheco. One fine day, in that coming and going, one of the boys, with the bus full, shouted a battle cry:
-Here go the Pacheeeeee, Pacheeee, Pacheeee, Pacheeee and a chorus of zagaletones answered:

-Pa'che cochita. And that bus full of teenagers was filled with laughter and from that moment on it became the best distraction of the trip.

We, the four of us, were filled with shame because of the sexual connotation of the expression and being the mockery of a large and strong group, so soon, as a good bullying, the matter became stronger and stronger and we began to arrive home, some crying and others annoyed and impotent.

My mother, who had neither the time nor the strength to solve these problems, repeated to us what she had often told us since she was a child:

-You are four and together no one can fool you (she used another word ha,ha,ha,ha, but this one works).

And so with that group strength we decided to put an end to the situation, like someone going to battle we planned to beat the boy who every night, on his way home, started the chalequeo, we strategically placed ourselves near him and as soon as he opened his mouth to start screaming we fell on him: we bit him, scratched him, hit him and, surprisingly, no one on the bus came to defend him.

The truth is that until that day they bothered us and the funniest thing was that from then on, the boy became very good friends with us, he even became the boyfriend of one of my sisters.
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I think that this particular event brought us together in a very special way, it was like becoming aware of our power when we are and act together, a feeling that has been maintained over time that has allowed us to face situations in a tight and soft bond of solidarity, love and respect.

Each one has assumed a role in the life of the others, today making this family journey I recognize the virtues and needs of each one and how we compensate each other, for example: one of them only needs to be heard, another has no difficulty to ask for support and emotional guidance and with the other the relationship is more horizontal, has a great patience and infinite listening capacity, for my part I find in each one "my best friend", I feel that I count on them unconditionally, we are strong and support for whatever comes.

Also today, recognizing the value that these relationships have in my daily life, I am grateful to have them by my side and to my brother, who is no longer in this plane, I thank God and life for having placed him as a companion in a great stretch because together with my mother we form that clan, whether we are near or far, we constantly tell each other in words, gestures and affection, "Here we are!

I take this opportunity to invite friends @irvinc and @sorprendente to join this emotional initiative by sharing these experiences with these beautiful beings that life has given us.

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