Monday, November 26, 2012

XXVII - A New Beginning


















‘So Leonardo, tell us how the interview went. Rui is a nice guy isn’t he?’ Asked Manuel, who was sitting at the head of the dinner table. Leonardo was sitting by his left, whereas Leonardo’s mum sat right across the table from Manuel. Pedro, the middle son, was sitting at her right, and Lili, the youngest of the three children sat by her left side.
            ‘Yeah, he’s quite nice, and the interview went well…’ 
            ‘So? Did you get the job?’ Asked his mother, visibly agitated. She was now leaned over the table, starring intensely at Leonardo, her eyes wide open, almost threatening to jump out from their orbits out of sheer excitement.
            ‘…Yeah, I think so. He said he was gonna call me tomorrow, but I think he liked me, so I’m somewhat confident.’ Hearing that, his mother seemed quite relieved and happy and lost no time, congratulating him on the spot. ‘I just told you it’s not certain yet mum, I think there’s a good chance but you never know. In any case, I think that even if I get hired I’ll start as a trainee or something like that, at least for the first three months or so.’
            ‘Well, I guess we’ll see then, but you should allow yourself to be optimistic for once. Those are amazing news! My son, a journalist! And not only just a journalist, but a reporter in one of the best newspapers in the country… I’m very proud of you son.’
            ‘Mum… really, I don’t want you to get too excited about this. It’s just an internship really, and I’ll have to wait till tomorrow until I know for sure if I’m gonna get hired or not.’
            ‘Maybe mum we’ll stop calling you a bum now Leonardo!’
            ‘Yeah, maybe I’ll stop calling him a bum and I’ll start calling you one instead,’ answered Rosa, clearly molested by her youngest son’s sarcastic intervention. Leonardo and Lili however found the brother’s comment rather amusing and couldn’t avoid giggling a bit.
            ‘Rosa…’ said Manuel calmly, who was rather used to playing the part of moderator in the household’s frequent quarrels, which quite often involved the matriarch and her offspring.
            ‘But it’s true Manuel! Haven’t you seen his latest school report? He has to change!’ Argued Rosa, quite passionately.
            ‘He knows that he needs to start paying more attention to his grades honey, there’s no need to bring up now again, especially when where talking about Leonardo. You’re going to study harder like you promised us right Pedro?’
            ‘Yes dad…’ answered the boy, partially thankful to his dad for protecting him, but dreading the thought of studying harder.


            In the morning of the following day Leonardo woke up to the sound of his cell phone ringing.
            ‘Hello. How is this?’
            ‘Leonardo? This is Rui Pereira, from Publico.’
            ‘Oh hello Rui, how are you doing?’
            ‘Fine, thanks. I told you I was going to call you today to inform you of my decision so I’m calling you because of that.’
            ‘Yes…’
            ‘… Would you consider accepting an three-month paid internship?’
            ‘That sounds great Rui… thank you so much, my parents are going to be thrilled when I tell them…’
            ‘You’re welcome son. You start next Monday so make sure you get some rest in the next few days. We’ll be expecting you next Monday at eight a.m.’
‘I’ll be there. Thank you once more.’
‘You’re welcome Leonardo, congratulations.’
After Rui Pereira hung up, Leonardo felt a little bit weird, he felt both happy and sad at the same time. He knew that that phone call represented a new beginning, and the promise of things to come was exciting. He also felt proud for having earned his place in society, although Manuel had played a huge part in helping him find and get that job. He was also glad because he knew how happy his mum would be, and maybe this meant that she would finally stop bugging all the time about not having a job. And yet, in spite of all these good things and happy thoughts there was this feeling… it was as if he could hear, echoing from the deeps of his soul, a sinister cry of pain that reflected a kind of sadness that was vast and enduring.  

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