an immigrant mother
Do I or reality? Edwin Perez Uberhuaga
(reported in the December edition. Revista LATINOS HERE)
Once upon a time in the Madrid district of Usera live in harmony where English, African, Asian and Latin American, South American lady, Mrs. Albertina, arrival of Andean earth for two years and three children away from their still small. As every year, but now unemployed, she went to the mall to buy gifts for Lucia, Beatrice and the mischievous Ivan.
What do you buy? "A doll, a dreamy picture books, What I like now that they've grown?. Pondering between shopping trolleys ran into a black man selling newspaper of immigrants "The Lantern. " His sad eyes moved so that he stopped thinking about their purchases and a few kind words addressed to him holding out a euro. It is very cold outside, this is useful for a coffee.
tall, gaunt man with his eyes thanked her sweet and sad. Doña Albertina
A memory came to his city with ice cold those beggars who brought home sometime. You know, I have no one to share this Twelfth Night. My children are with her grandmother in my country because my husband left us. If you want, come to my house. I have prepared a good panetón fricassee and a dessert.
What is a fricassee? he asked, following her off-center. Pork soup is very rich in my country, Bolivia.
- We in Ivory Coast, the games celebrated with laughter and eating chicken with spices called Kedjenou.
already penetrated the night and two blurred shadows fragile due to the house of Doña Albertina.
On the top of the door, he asked, What was the market so pensive? To buy some presents for my children have not seen for two years, but ... the best gift would see us, "murmured the end of his sentence with his eyes bright with tears emerging. The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders slouched. Entered. Suddenly, Myrrh Albertina smelled, felt caress of silk. He thought he saw purple pants. Looked up and saw the black man with a very luxurious old clothes, covered his head a golden turban. What is this? Said Mrs. Albertina stunned. Suddenly, a roar of voices broke the house vacuum. They were. Yes.
Mammy! cried Lucia, Beatrice and Ivan the terrible rushing Albertine's neck weeping with joy. . They embraced, laughed, danced, his father recalled.
had not been aware of the stealthy departure of the black man, when suddenly Ivan protested. What Baltazar, when I bring the toys? (UPR)
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