La familia más cuqui del mundo

Synopsis

In the kingdom of the unicorns, where even the air smells of sugar, one couple manages to out-cute everyone else: the parents of our two narrators. The siblings tell the story themselves, with the particular cringe of those who had a front-row seat. It started back in the dating years, with syrupy pet names that made anyone nearby blush. Things escalated when the pregnancy announcement came as a fireworks display raining pink and blue sweets from the sky. They decorated the nursery as though their babies were going to live inside a fairy tale, stuffed with plush toys and adorable photographs. And when the little ones finally arrived, the fuss reached truly spectacular levels: costume photo shoots on a set that looked lifted straight from a lollipop world, outfits trimmed with bows and pompoms fit for royalty, and ever more ridiculous nicknames delivered — naturally — in public. Mealtimes were no exception: every piece of crockery was heart-shaped, and every dish had an impossible name, from "magic rainbow veggie-weggies" to "mummy's sweet-kissy soup". Each new achievement — a babbled word, a first step, gripping a toy — was met with balloons, emotional speeches and an endless stream of photographs. And then there were the Christmases: a matching pyjama photo for all four of them, year after year, without fail. Amid all the excess, though, there was never a shortage of goodnight kisses, tickle attacks or a big hug when something went wrong. In time, the siblings came to understand that the silly nicknames contained real names, and more than that, they came to see something that would change the way they looked at their parents entirely: that pouring all your love into the people who matter most is not something to be embarrassed about — it is the biggest thing you can do. Because, when you think about it, there are worse things than your children remembering you with a smile.

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