Cuento Antirumores - Todo empezó sin querer

>> presents >> It all happened unintentionally. >> In Fuenlabrada we had no shop as the one of my friend Rachid. In Hav´itall, his grandfather Ahmed used to recycle old things that he turned into something cool and he sold them again afterwards. >> Once, Tai's mother had given him two sweaters that she had shrunk while washing up, and and abracadabra! Mr. Ahmed turned them into a pair of house slippers. >> Mom loves the Ahmed family shop, thinks its name is quite funny as well. 'Look what a pretty bag I bought in Hav´itall, Hav´itall!' >> All was well in our lives and in Fuenlabrada up until the day that black legend of the Ahmed's family came to be. >> It all happened at the school entrance. >> Tai, Jonatan, Pepa and I waited at the entrance for Rachid. >> Our friend arrived with his mother, Mrs. Ahmed, who was wearing a blue brooch that I had seen at home. >> 'Hey, that brooch your mother is wearing is my mum's!', I said. 'That's not true', Rachid protested. >> And of course it was not true! But I did not know... >> That day during the school break, the spread like wildfire. Tai said: 'My father have lost his glasses. Maybe Rachid's mother took them for her shop.' >> Jonatan said: 'I'm sure they'll just have the book my grandpa can't find' >> And Pepa said: 'My mother does not know where her hat is, maybe they have it?' >> Since that very day, Rachid changed. Rachid was sad, even in music class, which was his favourite. >> He always arrived alone and arranged his music stand in silence, not talking to anyone. >> And thus time passed by, up until one day, the black legend of the Ahmed family turned around. >> There was meeting with the tutor. Rach's mother was wearing the blue brooch and I told my mum: 'Look Mom! She's stolen from you!' >> Mum looked at Mrs. Ahmed and waved, smiling. I did not understand how come she was not angry with her. >> 'Dani, how can you say that? Nobody has stolen anything. I took it to the store! Come on, we will clear this now.' >> I felt sorry and ashamed and my shoes weighed, but mum pushed me to the class. 'You must tell the truth', she said. >> I took a deep breath before shouting: 'That blue brooch is Rachid's mother´s, not mine's!' >> And my friends and I told them everything about how we had created the black legend of the Ahmed family, unintentionally. >> That evening Pepa had an idea. We would tell everybody in Fuenlabrada that Ahmed's grandpa was a wizard who could bring dead things back to life. And so we turned the story upside-down. >> I brought him my broken umbrella and... abracadabra! He made me a music stand just like Rach's. >> Mr. Ahmed got loads and loads of orders after that. Everybody in Fuenlabrada wanted one of his music stands. >> But the best thing about this is that now that our music sheets do not fly away anymore, we do have our music lessons in the outside whenever it's sunny.