LOL. Here in Mexico (as most Latin countries) we have the tradition of the Three Wise Men or Magi bringing toys to children on the Epiphany (January 6th).
When I was ten years old I was aware that the Magi weren't other than my parents, yet I still was getting presents on that day and I pretended that I still believed on them. One evening, just days before January 6th, I was in a car with my grandmother and an aunt. We were coming back to home after shopping and suddenly, out of the blue, my grandma stared at me and asked me: "you know who the Magi really are, don't you". I was speechless (I was only ten) and I was starting to say something like "they are my parents, I know" when my aunt said to her: "of course he knows, he is not dumb. He knows that they are Melchor, Gaspar and Baltazar (the Spanish names of the Three Wise Men)". My grandma looked at her and didn't insist on getting an answer from me. She saved me of acknowledging in front of my grandmother that my childhood was getting to an end.
Thanks aunt Monica! Now that you are not longer with us, this little story reminds me of how special you were.
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