Los panes de la tienda de la esquina son una tradición en nuestra familia.

Cada jueves por la tarde, cuando mi papá volvía de trabajar recién cobrado, pasaba por la panadería de la esquina pagando los pendientes y, de paso, se traía 4 panes dulces de canela acompañados de una Malta fría de 1,5 LT.

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Ya nos habíamos acostumbrado a esta rutina, así que sabíamos que a las 6:30 pm debíamos estar en casa para sentarnos en familia en la sala a hablar de la vida y de la familia mientras compartíamos los panes y un vaso de malta fría.

A medida que los años fueron pasando y mi padre tuvo que jubilarse del trabajo, trate de mantener viva la tradición. Cada jueves, (aunque no era mi día de pago), pasaba por la panadería de la esquina y compraba unos panes dulces de canela y una malta.

La primera vez que decidí hacerlo, sentí que era parte de mi responsabilidad, de mantener viva la tradición. Sentí que era una forma de demostrarle a mi padre que llevaba sus enseñanzas conmigo.

Recuerdo ver a mi padre sentado en el porche, aunque no decía nada, sabía que estaba un poco triste. Sospecho que por eso se sentó viendo en dirección opuesta a la puerta, como si no quisiesen que lo vieran. Luego, cuando le dije que viniera a la sala para comernos un pancito, pude ver como sus ojos brillaron de orgullo y ese sentimiento me inundó por completo y lleno mi corazón de felicidad.

Esa tarde pasamos un rato en silencio, mientras cada uno comía y luego, comenzaron a contar con nostalgia sus historias de su juventud.

Desde ese día, trato de mantener viva la tradición en mi hogar.

Cuando me independice y deje el hogar de mis padres, volvía cada jueves a la misma hora. Con mi bolsa de panes y mi malta fría a compartir con mis viejos y mi hermana. Y cuando me iba de viaje, mi hermana iba a la tienda y se encargaba de comprar la merienda de los jueves.

Luego, cuando mis viejos faltaron y abandonaron este mundo, mantuve viva la tradición con mi hermano, y aún hoy, tratamos de reunirnos cada jueves, para compartir un pan, un vaso de malta y una buena compañía.

English Version

The bread from the corner store is a tradition in our family.

Every Thursday afternoon, when my dad came back from work, he would stop by the corner bakery to pay his debts and, on his way, he would bring 4 sweet cinnamon rolls accompanied by a cold 1.5 LT Malta.

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We had already gotten used to this routine, so we knew that at 6:30 pm we had to be at home to sit down as a family in the living room to talk about life and family while we shared the bread and a glass of cold malt.

As the years went by and my father had to retire from work, I tried to keep the tradition alive. Every Thursday, (although it was not my payday), I would go to the corner bakery and buy some sweet cinnamon rolls and a malt.

The first time I decided to do it, I felt that it was part of my responsibility, to keep the tradition alive. I felt that it was a way to show my father that I was carrying his teachings with me.

I remember seeing my father sitting on the porch, although he didn't say anything, I knew he was a little sad. I suspect that's why he sat watching in the opposite direction of the door, as if he didn't want anyone to see him. Then, when I told him to come to the living room to eat a pancake, I could see how his eyes shone with pride and that feeling completely overwhelmed me and filled my heart with happiness.

That afternoon we spent some time in silence, while each one ate and then, they began to nostalgically recount their stories from their youth.

Since that day, I try to keep the tradition alive in my home.

When I became independent and left my parents' home, I would come back every Thursday at the same time. With my bag of bread and my cold malt to share with my old ones and my sister. And when I went on a trip, my sister would go to the store and take care of buying the Thursday snack.

Then, when my parents were gone and they left this world, I kept the tradition alive with my brother, and even today, we try to get together every Thursday, to share a piece of bread, a glass of malt and good company.