Dedicated to all who like a good story.
Dedicado a todos los que le gustan una buena historia.
by: Rutilia
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What was it like being una niña, who only
wanted to grow up y jugar? Well, it was
fun. Only, when there was time.
However, little by little, as I lost my first
tooth to the last, I had to grow up fast.
Estaba lloviendo el primer dia that I lost my first
tooth. I did not like it one bit, because it made me
think that I was going to be teeth-less.
Le dije a mi abuela, and she laughed and told me
that it was temporary.
(my grandmother was very old and sick)
The following day...
I climbed the fruit trees [as usual], to eat
the fruit. Me gusto el arbol de naranjas.
My grandmother, yelled for me to get down
from there, and to walk with her.
"Abuela, wait!" I would yell after her.
As old as she was, she could still walk faster
than I could run.
The walk was silent while the bright blossoms
beckoned. It wasn't usual, but when Abuela
spoke...she didn't sound happy.
Me dijo que tenia ir con mi papa [Mario]. I started
to tear because I had never gone anywhere
without ella.
I was upset, but I didn't bother to care.
Instead, I just continued walking and picking
coffee beans, and stepping on them.
Something magical, yet unforgettable was
about to change for the better or worse.
We arrived at the house, of which, the top
was covered with metal and you could hear
every rain drop, rock, or fruit falling.
Mi abuela, made soup de la yucca y tortillas.
No, tuve hambre.
...
My father arrived while the last three tortillas
were cooking. I was surprised, since i had not
seen him for a long while.
Me dijo, "ven aqui mi hija!" le di una seria
mirada y core a su abrazo.
The next morning, my grandmother told me to
wake up. She packed my things and hugged
me so tight, than ever before.
She told me to be good. As she talked to me,
we could hear the bus' horn. I remember
walking outside and it being so dark and silent.
The moon was so bright.
Llore y llore porque no queria irme. Mi papa
me compro comedia in the bus.
It was a long drive. I had no clue where I was
going or why. Except, I knew that something
was up.
We then were picked up by a car, and dropped of
by a gate.
I remember the police officer opening it. Once we
were inside, we went to an office and they sat us
down. They took our picture, y mi papa me
abrazo y medijo que me amada. Tambien, what
was happening and why.
It was to be my home.
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Dedicated to all who like a good story.
Dedicado a todos los que le gustan una buena historia.
by: Rutilia
This book was created and published on StoryJumper™
©2015 StoryJumper, Inc. All rights reserved.
Publish your own children's book:
www.storyjumper.com
What was it like being una niña, who only
wanted to grow up y jugar? Well, it was
fun. Only, when there was time.
However, little by little, as I lost my first
tooth to the last, I had to grow up fast.
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