10 Children's Stories: Child Power, #1

By Child Power

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The book has different stories, each one more exciting than the other to guarantee a correct development of the habit while maintaining interest. Professionals specialized in their areas worked on this book to guarantee that the objectives are met. The digital version was designed to adapt to the electronic format, we also prepare other benefits that will be key to strengthening your child's emotional intelligence:

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• It encourages the habit of discipline and practical mental exercise.
• Total quality in the design and edition, carried out with the help of psychologists focused on the mental development of children.
• Opportunity to share with the whole family and friends.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Child Power
• Release date: Nov 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215706428

Book preview

When we got to this small town, there were only a few stone houses to see. I was convinced that it would be the worst Easter vacation of my life.

Everyone got out of the car, excited to be there.

- Breathe guys, it's clean air. - My father said proud to be there.

My parents and siblings were excited. We were going to spend 9 days in the mountains, climbing and walking, walking and walking.

Was it as if they and I were in different worlds, without anyone noticing how angry I was?

When I got out of the car, what had to happen in that place happened.

(Chof, chof) My first contact with the ground and I stepped on a huge cow dung, or maybe it was a memory of an extinct dinosaur, because that size was not normal. To top it all, my brothers, Pablo and Lucas, were right under my nose at the precise moment of my fateful step. His laugh might have caused an avalanche, had it not been for the little snow left in this vast valley.

- Great, my new boots full of m. I'm glad you have so much fun with my blunder! - He yelled at my brothers.

It's not that I didn't like going to the countryside, it's that the happy Luisa kept boasting about her trip to Paris, in a five-star hotel and with a 7-day tour of the Côte d 'Azure. Of course, they went by plane and returned in the same transport. Well, it wasn't really what he said, but how he said it made me feel like my vacation was crap.

I was going by plane and I had swallowed 4 hours of driving feeling my little brother's feet and I was staying in a semi-detached house. Also, I was sick of my brothers putting away sugar packets every time we stopped for a drink. They have always embarrassed me. It was clear that this was far from the glamor that Luisa was going to experience.

Then a huge woman appeared, she must have been around 80 years old, but she moved like a girl. She spoke out loud, as if we weren't listening to her. It looked like he was scolding us, when he actually handed us the keys to the house.

My parents introduced us - this lady is Olga, we have known her for many years - She, in an attempt to be nice, gave each of us a pinch on the cheek that almost made us cry. Oh my gosh, what strength! I couldn't tell which was stronger, his voice or his huge, rough hands.

Olga came with my parents to explain everything about the house.

With a frown, as I rubbed my boots on the grass to try and shake off the droppings that had greeted me, I walked into the house,

I left my suitcase at the entrance and looked for a place to sit and, looking up from the ground, I discovered, pleasantly, that the town house hid a beautiful, warm and comfortable place.

At that moment a smell came to me that was familiar, it was the smell of Easter, of French toast! Then I realized that Olga was giving my mother a large plate of French toast.

I love French toast, but what I like the most is cooking French toast. I decided to interfere in the conversation that my mother and Olga had had, to ask if these French toast had been made by her.

- Yes, they are there to welcome you.

- Well, I make some delicious French toast ... - I said with an air of grandeur.

- I have no doubt, mademoiselle. Coincidentally, this afternoon there is a torrija competition in the square.

- Well, I don't think I will have time to register to compete, although the truth is that I would love to.

- Would you like to come with me? - Said Olga - The competition is for teams of two people, an adult and a child. My granddaughter, who is about your age, was going to come with me, but she has a bad cold and will not be able to come. He cooks very well and always helps me in this competition. Do you dare to compete with me?

His words echoed in my head as a challenge, if I won this award my friend Luisa would have to stop bragging about her trip because I would have won a cooking award.

My mother looked at me. She knows me well. I was already in competition mode and nothing could stop me.

I could already see myself becoming the hero of these parties, everyone was talking about my great triumph in the French toast contest. We hung out for a bit before getting ready to go to the French toast contest. They all fell asleep, but I couldn't take a nap. The typical tension of a competition kept me going. Suddenly something made me even more nervous. I hadn't tried Olga's French toast, what if her French toast wasn't up to my level? I got up and went to the kitchen.

I carefully opened the film that covered the plate of French toast and helped myself to one. The smell and the look was unbeatable. From the first bite I felt like I was entering French toast heaven. How will it have been achieved? They were tender, juicy, sweet, ... they were perfect and made me feel even better, my partner was a wonderful cook. Her torrijas were as good as my grandmother's, victory was assured!

Finally, they all stood up. We got ready and went to look for Olga who would take us to the place of the competition.

When he got in the car and tried to greet us, we all pretended to be looking out the windows, so as not to put our cheeks within reach of his huge, strong hands.

We went into the gym where the competition was going to take place. I went with Olga and my family ran for a good seat.

We finally made it to our work table. Olga opened a large box, where she took all the necessary ingredients to prepare the torrijas.

- Marta, open the sugar and mix it with the cinnamon. Look, here is the recipe that we are going to prepare.

Come on, was I her idiot or were we going to work together? - I told myself. Even though I felt cheated, I grabbed the sugar packet to do what she told me to do.

But my bad mood made me lose concentration, my hands became clumsy and I ended up spilling all the sugar that Olga had brought. It's over, it was the end!

Olga looked at me but didn't seem to blame me, which was pretty weird as I just screwed up her French toast.

At this point, my whole strategy to become a hero fell apart. The image of Luisa in Paris came to mind, my brothers laughed at me when I arrived in town, everything had gone to hell because of me!

... My brothers ... my brothers ... they took