The evil eye. Short story. Magical realism.

Unaware of her existence, she sucks with delicious anxiety from that breast that feeds her, trying to ignore the loud music and comments on the edge of the corny of those around her. Expelled from the belly of an anxious mother, 7 months after she was born, she was in that meeting of which she would have no memories.

Quiet and taciturn in appearance, her interior begins to contract violently, showing the first hint of a condition that torments more beings than are currently thought, and amid cries, vomiting and paternal hysteria she is taken to the hospital closest.

One doctor after another examines her with delicacy and attention, but after spending the first five agonizing hours of her life, vomiting for no apparent medical reason, baffled specialists have exhausted all kinds of physical evidence. The father is anguished and frustrated when a doctor approaches him with a cautious look, and with a very low voice he says: - your girl has what is known as an evil eye, and that my good man, it is not cured by a doctor -.

The father nods with eyes haggard and quickly analyzing the implausibility of those words, he withdraws from the subject without undisguised prudence. Horrified by the kind of staff that was in the care of his daughter, he decides to take her out of that emergency room, since by that time the stomach contractions, in the same unexpected way in which they arose, had diminished.

In the comforting warmth of home that first attack was forgotten by the parents. Finally asleep and immersed in her world, she did not know that this unpleasant experience was just the beginning of a series of events that would affect her over the years.