Like every Sunday Basajaun family gathered to eat. While their were preparing the table. One of the children stared at the picture where Basandere and Basajaun were. The son wanted to know more about his parents.

- I am intrigued to know how you met. Could you tell me? - asked the son.

- All started 20 years ago. - the mother replied -

At that time we were 16 years old and we went to the school. I lived with my mother and my five little brothers. As my father had passed away, I couldn’t stay with my friends because I had to help my mother. Your father lived in a house on the hill. I had some Jentiles friend and when I could, I spent a lot of time with them.

 It was summer and, like every Saturday, I was going to walk to a lake that it was close to home. One of those Saturday, I had a basket of fruit and when a boy full of mud on a bicycle passed by me, he threw all of fruit to the floor.- Do you want to know who was a clumsy boy?- asked Basandere.

The father turned red and answered:

- It was me, but those were not my intentions.

All the family sat down at the table and Basandere kept telling their story.

- That afternoon I came home very angry. I’d lost a lot of money. Since my father died, we didn’t have a lot of resources to live. I had to work very hard to help support my family because I was the oldest of the children. Every day I had to take my brothers and sisters at the school and I couldn’t go to my classes.Looking at the father, the mother went on. I still remember how the jentilles brought me a letter of apology from your father and I forgave him. We started exchanging letters until we decided to meet.

- I still remember how the jentilles brought me a letter of apology from your father and I forgave him. We started exchanging letters until we decided to meet. The mother stopped talking while eating the delicious soup, but another of the children told to her about the end of the story.

- Don’t leave me with the intrigue. Let me to know the end. Basandere asked him to calm down and continued her story.

king at the father, the mother went on.

- You father was very clever boy but very shy and he didn’t like to speak. When we were together, we only walked without just talking. I didn't want my mother to know because she didn't want me to be with guys.

The father who listened attentively said:

- We continued to meet, but one day, her little sister saw us and told her mother and she punished your mother and she couldn’t leave the house. I didn’t understand why. I knew her mother didn’t like she was with boys but I thought the punishment was exaggerated.

And the mother continued the story:

-While I was punished my sister told me that my mother had a problem with that Basajuan family in the past. I didn't dare ask what had happened, but I thought I had a right to know. And I asked my mother, but her face reflected sadness and anger.And she threatened me that I would punish a long time if I mentioned that family again at home. But I wanted to know the truth about what was happening. I asked again but the only thing I got: my mother gave a slap and send me to bed.  .

When I woke up in the morning my mother was still angry and she didn't even say good morning. The next day my mother apologized to me and told me that she was very sorry. But the memories about the Basajaun family were very painful.And Basandere looked at her beautiful family and continued: But in despite that, she decided to tell me the truth. She told me that my father and Basajaun had studied together and were great friends who even founded a company. Everything was fine until the business began to have problems and to lose a lot of money. 

 As a result her father started drinking and Basajaun threw him out of business and took everything. My grandfather came into such a depression that I ended up dying. At that time I understood my mother's reasons against my friendship with Basajaun but I had to try that my mother understood that we were not to blame for the problem of the past. For this I asked my Jentiles friends to speak with my mother.

Because of this, she took away my punishment and allowed me to continue seeing your father. After we finally formed this beautiful family.The children were surprised with the parent’s story and they hugged their parents. Suddenly, a burning smell ended with the beautiful moment. They realized that the food was burning because they were listening to the story and began to laugh without stopping.