the reflection that the mirror return to him wasnt him. well it was really hi sight and his eyes, but that image wasnt him . that reflection was what he had been, but he was not that little boy since a lot of time ago .the reflection showed a young boy with a rare expression, a mixture of worry, fear and relief.
he weared a white shirt, black pants, black boots and a red bandana on his head. tied at the waist he carried a cardboard sword , it was tied with a red belt of fabric . her mother was behind him accommodating the shirt and checking every detail . the small Fausto looked at her with supplicant eyes , he seemed to be asking what would happen but she simply stroked her hair as black as the pants he worn .she whispered in his ear , sweet words as only a mother knows, and the boy seemed to calm down. she said that everything would be okay, so that he was very cute dress like that and that his father was preparing the camera to record anything . she looked very happy, so the child nodded her head and smiled.

There were a bunch of kids running around ,they were fighting with their fake weapons. some were pirates like Fausto, others were dressed as something resembling a swordsman ...they worn very similar costumes .he saw that there was a large group of pirates with black pants and white shirt with different colored bandanas on their heads. also he could see a few diferents costumes that didnt were cloned , the main character of the play. King, Queen, Princess, the brave corsair that would fall in love with the princess and defeat the pirates, the protagonist of the story.

The sight of the small Fausto once again returned to the mirror, and Fausto the grow up one saw the scene from the eyes of the young .
At that time the small Fausto was 7 years old , Fausto was sure of that. Her mother had shown him thousands of times the video of that night , she said that he looked adorable in it. the Fausto that reflected the mirror was 7 years old . he still didnt know what he was going to be a mutant, it was still a young child who believed in Santa Claus and his parents did not will die never , he saw their parents as indestructible beings capable of achieving anything.
that little Fausto was only a common boy , perhaps more common than normal without any kind of ambition. he didnt wanted to become an astronaut nor a firefighter nor police. he just wanted to spend a quiet life with his family who loved so much. he wanted to go to school to study just a little bit, it was the perfect excuse to be with his friends, chatting, playing. simple things that can only be dreamed for a child.

There were a couple of kids who walked taking photos with their parents, they had a developed customes and also had more dialogue in the play which the small Fausto didnt have . the character he had to interpretated , unlike the main character who appeared in almost all scenes , he appeared only once and only to be defeated by the protagonist.
After all they were the 'bad guys ' and the protagonist was the ¨good ¨.that encouraged him a bit. after all the good triumphed over evil, as in reality. or so that was what the little dreamer thought .
He had wanted to be the hero but when he tried to say his lines between the examiners he couldnt say a word. he had scenic panic. but he still would have liked to be the star, the center of attention, the name every one would mentioned. he became very nervous just looking to the public so he ended up with one of those papers not important but at least he had enough time on stage as necessary so that his parents could clap and greetin him proudly and film him.

Fausto opened his eyes.he was in his room,it was even at night. the dream in which he had participated in his memories like a spectator had left him alone in his room, his mother was no longer behind her, watching is everything was well and giving encouragement for him . but he could not get her out of his head, the nostalgia and joy of having seen her even in a dream invaded everything.
the room seemed unreal, as if it were the product of a dream and the dream where he just wake up were the reality. he wanted to continue with that dream to see both of them again , Jane and Roxie. he missed they a lot . he hugged the pillow as little children do , he felt like one of them at the time.

Unable to sleep. he had been raised up before the end of that memory, because he knew that during that day he looked to his father several times and greeted him many others times. he silently lamented not being able to be in that dream a little more . He fell asleep thinking about Jane and how much he will like to see him again.
his father was not a lover of sports, he was a Bookworm. he loved being in the comfort of home reading a book or looking for information about a particular topic. curiosity seemed to be a characteristic of the martense family.
but Jane was worried enough to make his only child likes sports or at least to like to go outside. if he had free time he liked to spent it playing basketball together. Jane was not very good, in fact he was disastrous, but he effort enough to make Fausto like it . his child dislikes the sport a little less than him, he just liked it a little more. But the Martense curiosity was making his son an adventurer. the child loved to walk through the park and try to climb trees.
the boy was always asking questions and Jane answering him , if he did not know an answer they look together in any book or online. both were very close, Fausto has become a hybrid able to enjoy reading a book as being in touch with nature and had taken up many of the custom home of Jane to outside such as reading books in the shade of a tree or on them. for Jane the idea seemed absurd, the books were to be read in the comfort of an armchair.