Miracles... We lived in that house that my parents left us, I am the youngest of five siblings. Aliro, the oldest, is 38

Miracles... We lived in that house that my parents left us, I am the youngest of five siblings. Aliro, the oldest, is 38 years old, a confirmed bachelor, he took care of all of us since the death of our parents. Mateo, the second, two years younger, is already married to Carolina, together they have twins and one more on the way. Inti is the third, he left five years ago to travel the world, I only know about him, that he turns 35 in three months and that I would like to hug him that day. Pablo, was supposed to be the last brother, at 28 years old he is the closest to me and lives here at home with Aliro and me. The mother of all my brothers left when they were children, after a while my father obtained a divorce and then he met my mother, twelve years after his first wife left, my father married my mother who was expecting a girl, that is me, Milagros, the youngest sister, with just turned 18, I am finishing school, I take care of my nephews and I work at home, in the field, like my brothers, like my parents before the accident in which they died a little while ago of a decade. Today the tiredness overcomes me, my brothers and I have been awake since four in the morning and the storm has not yet passed, it is already ten at night and we made the decision to go to sleep a little, now the weather is calm. I enter the bedroom, the room is messy, with clothes thrown everywhere, damn, I can't even find the nightgown, anyway, it wasn't my day, I take off my boots, socks, pants, jacket, sweater and I stay in a t-shirt to sleep, my last sane thought is thinking about how cold the bed is... Little one, little one....little one. Shhh... Little one, wake up. Mmmmhhmm. I know Pablo is trying to get me to wake up, but does he have to make so much noise? Little one...feel the storm, lift that body!!! Until I mentioned the subject, I didn't realize what was happening around me, I was going out, I fell asleep when the window in my room breaks, I jump out of bed, Pablo tells me to go down to the kitchen and so I do, I run down, on the way to the kitchen I collide with Aliro, it's like I hit a wall and I bounce, he grabs me by the waist quickly so that I don't fall to the floor. I feel a shiver as he carries me to his chest. Ali... Miracles how you run out like that, you almost fell and also without clothes, with how cold it is... Mmmm...the window broke, Pablo is up... Go to the kitchen and prepare a thermos of coffee, quick girl, I'll tell Pablo to bring you whatever you need. I go to the kitchen as Aliro ordered and I prepare coffee, I listen to him running around the house, surely putting something to protect the windows from the wind. At last … What happened to Mr. Grumpy? Nothing, I tripped over him, nothing more. He yelled at me gratuitously then. Big brothers (I said with a smile). That older brother hahahaha... I realized that the water for the coffee was ready, I do prepare it, it's one of those powdered ones because of the urgency. I'm putting it in the thermos and I hear Ali approaching. Pablo is in a corner preparing some food to save in case of emergency, he is always hungry so it is convenient for him to have it ready, and I continue doing my thing. Damn it little one, you're still without clothes, get dressed!!! He's still screaming, I think, and I turn around and look at him. But what a day... I can't say more, I had seen my brother angry, but like this? Oh god, he is red with fury, with his two meters tall completely tense, threatening, that comes to mind, he approaches me and takes my arm, thank goodness I had dropped the thermos, and he brings me closer to a chair where my clothes are. Get dressed (screams). I look at it as if it were another Aliro. Suddenly Pablo takes him by the arm and pushes him to the living room. I don't hear what he's saying properly, but I know they're arguing. The storm has treated us so badly that it's got us all mixed up, I think. Ali shouting, Pablo arguing and me feeling a tingling sensation where my brother's hand rested on my waist... Pablo comes back and tells me to finish what I'm doing (I was getting dressed) and put on my rain jacket. I finished with mine, my gifted brother continued gathering groceries and I don't know anything about the other. Once we were ready we went to the safest place on the property, a cellar without windows, with a hallway and a door. We entered and Pablo turned on a gas lamp and I turned on the battery-powered radio. We sat down at a small table that was in a corner and talked for a while. Minutes passed and Aliro didn't arrive. My brother started reading a book that we had on hand, and I I settled into one of the two cots that were there, I curled up and started to think, if all my life, will I have to spend my entire life putting up with my brothers? Damn!!! I like a boy who goes to school with me, he is tall, not as tall as my brothers who are all over six feet tall, Aliro being the tallest, he is blonde, with caramel eyes and I know that he likes me, he shows it to me every time he brings me home on his motorcycle and he is not the only one, the problem is that there are not enough of them, if I still haven't been kissed and I'm 17!!! Do you feel a noise? Pablo is going to see... Yes, yes I go. -looks down the hallway- It's Ali. And he flies out the door towards the hallway, I move like a cat to stretch, I look up when I feel the door again. I jump up Ali comes leaning on our brother. What happened?..let me help. Ouch...carefully- he tells me, trying to hug him and help him reach a cot- arm in arm. Pablo sits him on the cot and begins to undress him, I quickly go to look for the first aid kit and then go to the thermos... Miracles, I need something else for the cold Yeah.... I poured him some whiskey in a cup and took it to him. Pablo already had him only in his shirt and took off his boots. Now without his wet clothes you can see the wounds on his arms, the cut on his face and a blood stain on the side of his torso, oops...his pants also have stains, I suddenly turned pale as I put my hand to my mouth. Little one, look at me, I need you to cure him, you can't get sick, look at me, go and have a sip of whiskey and come back with the first aid kit- Pablo hissed. I can't even answer it, I turn and go to what he asked me, the liquor burns my throat, I don't drink, I never do, but I need it, I've healed animals before and some of Pablo's sprains when he needed it and what can I say about the scratches on his twins when they fall, but no blood and cuts. I finish swallowing the liquor and take the utensils that I think I will need for the healing, Pablo had to take off Ali's pants, I only saw those wounds. If you're afraid of curing me, leave Pablo – He was upset, again. I didn't tell him anything, get your wits back. I took liquid soap and washed my hands, I looked at his body and checked his wounds carefully. On his thigh he has a serious cut, I get dizzy again, I recover and I see how far the length goes, crossing his right thigh horizontally, near his crotch, it's deep, damn... Brother, you can go get the suture things, they are at home....can you? By then it's too late.... I'm surprised that Aliro didn't say anything, it must hurt him, so I started cleaning the wounds on his face first, I'm dying to know what happened, but he doesn't say anything and I don't ask him, I approach his cheekbone, my brother is so beautiful, with his little wrinkles near his eyes he even looks more interesting, he grimaces in pain when I put the disinfectant on him, I stop and gently caress him under the cut, he starts, what a laugh, it's so brute who doesn't realize that I worry if it hurts, I look into his eyes defiantly and caress him in the same place, he grunts and removes mine with his hand. Keep doing what you're doing. That's what I do, I heal you and I take care of you. This is not the time for you to reply to me - he settles down with a gesture of pain - continue at once. How angry it makes me, if I only wanted to console him, I practically threw povidone on him and ended up with that cut, a scratch more like, on his arm he has another one, on the left one under the elbow, I spray him with plenty of disinfectant and leave it like that, without further ado, I start looking for more cuts on his naked torso, again I feel sorry for him, I clean the wound and continue with the healing, he is suffering...without taking my eyes or my hands away, I know, his breathing tells me, I firm my hands so I can patch the wound soon and I do it. Give me a sip of water, please. Are you sure you don't want something stronger? No, Mili....(I give it to you) Thank you. It's just water. Thanks for everything... I sit at the little table near the cot where Aliro is, "Mili" told me, "Yes, he's calmed down now, I look at him, my older brother is handsome, he's tall, his eyes and hair are a deep black, his white teeth are hidden under full lips, his skin is somewhat tanned by work in the fields, and mmm...his body is the first time in years that I've seen it so naked and before I didn't notice it either, it was just a body, but now, I I see....he has a large torso, almost without fat, a strong chest with some dark hair, his arms are iron from the daily effort, I look down, the hair grows again in his navel and is lost in......uyyyyyy and I feel my face burning. Did you like what you saw? Shit!!! I jumped off the table. What are you talking about Ali? You heard right. Since when do you see men like this? Listen Aliro, I was thinking maybe what things....and I, and I, I don't have time to look at men..... Saved, I hear the gate close, Pablo returns, long live my little brother! It's going well, he tells me, the rain and the wind continue, winter is like that and we are in the hardest month. I check what he brings and recover the suturing equipment, I wash my hands again and return to Aliro, this is the one on his leg, it is the ugliest wound, deep breathing and still hands, I start to clean, it has splinters of wood, I look at him in surprise, he has his head thrown back, he endures the pain by clenching his jaw, I look for my other brother's gaze and I nod at him, he approaches and takes Ali's hand. I have to sew the wound now, the minutes pass and the wound is just ready, I put the stitches passing the needle through one side and the other of his skin, knotting, pulling his battered skin. I get nausea, a new breath, and I finish what I do, I patch the wound after giving povidone. It's ready. Thank you Milagros. Yeah....What happened, to make you stay like this? A window burst...Then I fell into the sticks and cans at the bottom...which we didn't clean in time... Get some sleep. I ask Pablo what time it is. Three in the afternoon and we will have to stay at least a little longer, at this time the storms last from one to two days, yesterday was one, today it should end. I look at Pablo and make a sign for us to eat something, yes we get to work, we take coffee from the thermos and cheese, bread and fruit from the bag that Pablo prepared. Is it tasty. I agreed with him to go out every hour to see how the weather is going, after finishing eating we decided to sleep a little. It has to be in turns. You sleep first little one. It's okay, don't eat everything that's left hehehe I settle into the free cot and fall asleep. Little... Yeah, I woke up. Ali has Milagros fever. How is he still out? Doesn't stop.... Okay...you sleep, I take care of him, I put cold cloths on him and I give him water to drink, that has to help. Getting up I leave the bed to my brother. I drink some cold coffee that is left in my cup and I go to where Aliro is, he is burning with fever, I look for a clean cloth and wet it with water, I wipe it over his face, when I finish I leave it on his forehead. I wet another cloth and pass it over the rest of the body, removing the sweat and cooling the skin, I repeat it over and over again. Suddenly the battery-powered radio alarm rings, it's time to wake up my brother. Wake up crazy. Yes, yes....how is the big guy doing? His fever doesn't go down. I'm going to look outside Mili and go back to take care of him. No, I'll take care of him, you just go look outside. This is how it is done, I wet the cloths again to refresh him, with a cotton ball I wet his lips and wet his body again. For a long time we followed that routine, Pablo never slept again, he was the one who wet the cloths and the one who served us the coffee, the one who watched the weather. The night came upon us and the fever subsided a little, I look at Pablo tired, he is tired too, I tell him to go to sleep, I tell him that in a few hours there will be no more fever and we can change places, he accepts and falls asleep. I continue with my thing, the cloths, the cotton, the cloths, the cotton... I'm short of breath, what's wrong? I feel as if...suddenly I can breathe and I do it as if my life were leaving me, I open my eyes, I was asleep, I see how Aliro's face hovers over me and his lips leave me breathless again, I try to push him, he takes me by the waist and pulls me towards him without removing his lips, I withdraw my head back but he manages not to let me go, I need to breathe and I release my lips looking for air, Aliro's tongue penetrates my mouth and my body betrays me, I stay Quiet and I let myself do it. Aliro finishes kissing me, a few minutes pass, he takes my waist again and begins to touch my body, I am feeling things that I have never felt before, he kisses me again and I can't stand it and I respond to his kisses as best I can, going on to carry his wound. He complains, putting his hands to his torso, where the wound is. Finally, I come out of my stupor and jump out of bed, Ali makes no attempt to hold me back, when I stand up, I see that his eyes are open but as if he were in another place, drops of sweat are falling from his forehead, he is burning with fever again. I do the routine again without touching his body this time, I look at the radio to see the time at five in the morning, I turned off the alarm myself so that Pablo could sleep, surely that's why I fell asleep too. What Ali did was surely because of the fever.