Short Story
June 30, 1999. A day I will never forget. I lived in Metropolis my whole life so of course I know who Superman is… the man who everyone thinks is actually an alien from another universe and dresses with a blue and red costume. First of all, I really like Superman and his suit because, well yes, he looks very heroic and I appreciate what he does for our city. He saves many lives and helps combat injustice alongside the Police. I’m starting to think that Superman is incorruptible because, well, he is not human even if he looks like one. Human beings tend to be corrupted easily but I don’t see Superman breaking bad yet.
Superman is loved by everyone, even by me and my little boy who passed away… a little boy who Superman could not save and from that moment I felt very empty, I truly thought there was no hope in my life since my everything was dead. Many months I found myself crying until sleep thinking why the fuck Superman didn’t have time to save my boy, my Rodrigo… why couldn´t he?... he is supposed to be the SUPERMAN! He saved the reporter Lois Lane, he defeated Lex Luthor, Brainiac, Parasite and so many villains, he is friends with that lunatic who dresses as a bat and he is supposed to be the hero of Metropolis but what about my boy? What about my son?
Doesn’t he matter? Superman is not a human being because he does things that no one could ever do. I guess that even he can make mistakes just as I did when I didn’t pay enough attention when Rodrigo slipped away. I blamed Superman, then I blamed myself.
Today I am going to forgive Superman. I understand that no one is perfect and things happen because it just happens. I do not understand why Superman couldn’t reach my son to save him and it’s okay. It’s not his fault, he is still my hero and Rodrigo’s. I don’t know if Superman reads my blog, if he knows what exactly I am feeling, if he has X rays and he is looking at me right know or I don’t know what exactly his powers are but I want you to know that I forgive you, Superman. Thanks for everything that you do.
While I was writing this for my blog, I remembered how my son gave me a red cape saying that I should wear it like Superman does. Rodrigo told me all the time how Superman and me are alike and it’s because we both care about people. I care about my son so much and I will do everything for him even if he is not present anymore. I forgive myself because my boy’s death is not my fault and the truth is that he is not my everything but part of it… I will live through life because I will recover from my sadness and it will not dominate it but I must admit that I will always feel sad when I think of him but also I will be happy to think that I had such a wonderful son.
