Mensaje diario de 5 minutos-Mi última mutación/ Daily 5 minute message- My Latest mutation

No soy mutante, pero tengo un dedito montado en uno de mis pies. Algo que para mi a lo largo de mi vida parecía normal, excepto a la hora de comprar zapatos tenia que estar pendiente que mi dedito no me pegara de el y me lastimara. Para ir a la escuela se usaba zapatos cerrados. menos mal cuando crecí pude ponerme sandalias.

Pero no supe lo extraño que se sentía tener ese dedito mutante hasta que un niño en la playa no dejaba de mirarlo, como algo extraño y fuera de lo común. yo crecí con eso y nunca me sentí diferente. De hecho trataron de enyesarlo pero yo ya era de tres años, ese huesito estaba bien formado. Me contaron que me picaba mucho y para rascarme metía palitos, terminaron quitándolo.

Hasta hace unos años que nació un sobrino con el mismo defecto, tenia el dedito montado. Mi cuñada busco y busco en internet que podía ser pero no encontró nada anormal solo una posición en el útero que presionaba el pie. Ella mientras le daba el pecho le sobaba el dedito tratando de bajarselo. Que volviera a su lugar era la esperanza que tenía y más que todo por lo difícil del calzado. Ya que se requiere que tenga espacio para que el dedo no pegue.

Yo estaba feliz de tener alguien que repetía la mutación en la familia.

Este texto corresponde a mi participación en el reto diario del amigo @latino.romano y @mariannewest

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ENGLISH VERSION

I'm not a mutant, but I have a crested toe on one of my feet. Something that seemed normal to me throughout my life, except when it came to buying shoes, I had to be careful that my toe wouldn't stick out and hurt myself. Closed-toe shoes were worn to school. Luckily, when I grew up, I was able to wear sandals.

But I didn't realize how strange it felt to have that mutant toe until a kid on the beach kept staring at it, like something strange and out of the ordinary. I grew up with it and never felt any different. In fact, they tried to put a cast on it, but I was already three years old; that bone was well formed. They told me it was very itchy, and I used sticks to scratch it; they ended up removing it.

Until a few years ago, a nephew was born with the same defect: his crested toe. My sister-in-law searched and searched the internet to see what it could be, but she couldn't find anything abnormal, only a position in the uterus that put pressure on the foot. While breastfeeding, she rubbed his toe, trying to get it to slide down. All she had hoped was that it would return to its proper place, especially because of the difficulty of wearing shoes. They require space so the toe doesn't stick out.

I was happy to have someone who repeated the mutation in the family.

This text corresponds to my participation in the daily challenge of my friend @latino.romano, @wakeupkitty, @felt.buzz and @mariannewest

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