Mateo Falcone

Mateo Falcone points out his gun to Fortunato, his son.

I had my full imagination in this story maybe because I still crave for more of my dreams, be it a daydream or a real dream, for I just woke up when I've read this one. I just imagined exactly how the author described its setting. Actually, I was imagining I was Fortunato, Mateo Falcone's son, because he was really relaxed in the beginning of the story and so am I. Then, suddenly, the story went on and it began a little serious in mode. It felt like an old story in a province or whatever field that a man wants to hide because he's being chased by armed people and he knows that he is helpless from them so, he had no choice but to hide at the nearest possible place he could hide in. And this little boy, Fortunato was put into test. I understand his situation because he's just a boy. He's loyalty was tested. As a reader, I wanted to help him decide on whether he would tell the truth or not to those men who arrived looking for the first man. I felt the need of a little boy for a guidance because he was put perhaps in a dilemma. But the little boy chose the wrong decision and I felt really helpless because his father was into their family's honor and I really felt pity on Fortunato because he was just a boy and he was helplessly killed by his father. It's a sad story. Pride and honor killed a little boy. It's just so sad.