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version inglesa GRANDMOTHER doesnt LEAVE
Viejos…Divino Tesoro!!!

INTRODUCTION

To write a story especially to participate in a literary competition is not easy task.
Even so, the satisfaction of having elaborated it me full with pride and approval.

This competition type contributes considerably many things to the cultural environment of the Dominican Republic where they are given appointment the next writers that will travel the world through its pages with its feather.

My objectives are merely the power to participate with my creation, since this it takes kept years waiting an opportunity like this.

With the story: {GRANDMOTHER doesnt LEAVE} I expose a series of feelings and reflections freely before one of the problems that more you/he/she suffers to many families of our town. As well as the value that we should give to our dear ones old.

GRANDMOTHER doesnt LEAVE, you/he/she is the history of a lady that maintains to her family with the sale of sweet and candies. She/he has a grandson that is a love with her and she/he never separates her until in the moments in that it makes sick.


Att: Jorge Luis Mena.
{Author}


GRANDMOTHER doesnt LEAVE
Viejos…Divino Tesoro!!!


The expressed melancholy the fateful feeling that she/he hugs the human soul.
The hunger is the illness that can not cure her a scientific, it would be enough
with to extend the hand and to have the will. The poverty is the thief that steals
the happiness to the peasant, to the innocent ones. The pain and the anxiety crushes the one
I exempt ray of hope that she/he takes possession of us. When one happens
Connection among all these things forming a great chain that resembles each other
to the same ones that are in our body like nervous net.
The result is the sadness and the impoverishment of the heart and the soul.

When leaving a to be wanted toward the infinite eternity, we suffer so much that we end up losing our own identity. It is known that the age is the illness that attacks to the life that once had childhood. Those old ones, to you strain them we want with the whole soul, they have an extraordinary value in ourselves, their lives lapse between the growth and the retirement toward the rest that God has written.

For the old ones, the word melancholy contains many things, among them the solitude, the isolation, the poverty, the abandonment and the most important the lack of love. Esperanza is the little thing that they have left you/he/she when they are correspondents to an asylum for us, where she gets lost the familiarity among them and us that show ourselves not well grateful, forgetting the works that to them them cost giving us the sizes that today has.

To be able to survive they should create an atmosphere that propitiates him a healthy amusement and because not some distraction. This makes it especially the old ones that they possess low or little self-esteem. When they have it, they are those that have not been offered the attention and affection that it was necessary for them. Much less she/he has been given the value that stimulates their life. A point sometimes cuts. The affection and the solitude form in them a space of anguish and desperation.

Because we dont value their aptitudes, because we dont take their ideas into account, because we are this way with the dear ones old. When we forget it we make like we would make somewhere around with a receipt viejo…Tirarlo. It no longer serves. That says some.

Many our old times are valiant people, possessors of a great spirit, of when in adventurous cuado and bohemian. It is sad to see in some moment, at least we wait for it to that weak century and without support. Decayed, impotent and adolorida for the step of the years, to leave toward the place that not yet know. But the pain is even bigger when its going becomes unavoidable and irreversible. It is here where the hole is noticed that leave.

This is the case of the family herrera. Example fehaciente of the typical home of the Dominican Republic where our bread of every day is not habit.

The family herrera was of this that you/they are of those which the life has punished with the unemployment and the minusvalidez of some of its members, that which them prohíbe to have certain privileges like humble family that are. bony there was the lack of being supplied of the foods of first necessity. They are vitico, Mrs. Isabels grandson; bartolo, the son bigger than the grandmother which was prone to a wheel seat from their birth.
On the other hand this the uncle Rogelio who lived in the house and it suffered epilepsy. Sometimes when they gave him the attacks it lost all sign motorboat and of movement. Their memory went away so much of the reality that the distance of its cerebral connections was to years light of of the real thing.

The old lao, husband of Mrs. Isabel was. Fanatic of the alcohol, the tobacco and the roosters. The assiduous bebedera produced him one it ulcerates cancerous and she/he smokes it I cause him an obstruction in the left lung. This family had a not very common characteristic. All suffer of something, either inherited or caused by external sources. In the economic thing, the money arrived at the house via the grandmothers prodigious hands Isabel. With their candies and candies.

I arrive the moment in that had to stop to sell their merchandise, falling in bed to expect the will of a neighbor that passed him the classic plate of food that then it distributed.
Their situation was painful and angustiante. To the same wind they left him tears forming storms of salt. In the first days of the month of December the family alone herrera had gotten some how many provisions of for the navidad. His brother had gone by the house taking at the same time some how many things of importance.

Beside the grandmother it was vitico which didnt move away from her a moment. She/he prayed and she/he requested to god for their grandmothers health. With hardly twelve years this boy reflected what not myself could make. Their tearful eyes beside their sad heart and I joust to the front of their soul they were awaiting a possible departure. But a nerve told him: dont despair. It even deserves the life and my God took charge of that.

The grandmothers brother takes to the courier a telegram to make it arrive to the vitico mother. But a torrent rain had smashed the cables. The spirits decayed another time. The very sick grandmother stretched out in the bed of a side to other looking for accommodation. But the pain prevented him to achieve it. In a given moment she/he wanted to speak but their voice got lost in the echo. I look at a square of Jesus heart that was to their front fixedly and then I take the vitico hand and she/he told him:

Grandmother: my son, I believe that I will die….
Vitico: dont tell that abuela…sanaras, I am sure of it. I have prayed a lot for you.

The old lao had disappeared, nobody wise of the one. Cowardice seems that it accompanied him.
She/he didnt dare to confront the reality. On the other hand bartolo, the chest was hit when feeling impotent before that situation:

Bartolo: damned you are life. Because you are punished me this way. She/he looks like I am,
I am an useless one. If she dies, also take me to my. That I am without her.
She/he has been my mother and my sister.

One day the grandmother with the little thing that she/he stayed him I get up of their bed and it left to the patio and I look toward all parts. The nature had stopped. Everything was without movement, totally static. With limited vision I observe like it dried a tree. She/he opened their arms and I look to the sky and I invoke a sentence.

Grandmother: OH god that all you can him. Make that the wind blows, and that the rain wets the fields. It returns the happiness to who doesnt have it. And if it is of dying wait to that she/he sees so at least the new year to enter and to eat up the twelve grapes of the luck. It preserves to my low nietecito their mothers arms and to those demás…-no she/he had forces to continue.

A strong wind began to be formed that almost knocks down him. I enter quickly to their room and she/he leaned back again. The silence was inactive. Their veins contracted together with their capillary glasses. The illness that suffered, seemed to extend beyond the infinite thing. But without waiting for it I arrive such a brilliant light as the sun. That light covered him totally and I go him the hands by all its body. At once their health was again in foot. I leave the bed and she/he went to the kitchen and sack the utensils to make the candies. Vitico ran where her:

Vitico: Grandmother, abuela…que faces?
Grandmother: That that asks is it? I will prepare my candies and my candies.

All looked at themselves missed. Nobody wise that had happened. Bartolo you rises of the wheel seat and she/he said:

Bartola: miracle, miracle of of god. I can walk.

That light had played all in the house. And thanks to D ios, together they passed the navidadeses and the vitico mother had been able to arrive until them. But time después…ella died.



JORGE LUIS MENA SANTIAGO
SANTIAGO OF THE GENTLEMEN 2004
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