Las Mami's
Le llame a mi papa y me contesto que estaban en la casa de mis padrinos. Le paso el telefono rapidamente a mi mama, diciendo me primero, "I love you Barbie," yo tambien papi.
Mi mama me preguntaba de mi dia, y me dijo, "mija usa mi tarjeta si quieres para comprar tu boleto. Tu prima te recoje o tomas un taxi del aeropuerto." Esta bien, puedo venir este fin de semana, "no el 7, compra tu boleto,"si mami.
She said they were watching Monday night football. I could hear the kids running in and out of the room, imagined the scent of the food on the stove, and the table, never an empty plate. The tv on in the living room, the phone ringing, but at other times the buzz of the computer and the radio from other rooms all at once. That's how it is, always when mi familia gets together to compartir. En este dia, la bienvenida de mi padrino.
Como queria estar alli. Sentada en el sofa, o en la mesa de la cocina, viendo como mi mami, madrina, y ahorra prima se movian por la casa, asegurando que nadien se quedara con hambre , o sed. Escuchando los chismes y chistes, hablando entre nos y francamente. I told my prima, I wish I was there, "you will be, you will be here soon." Suddenly I heard her. A familiar voice that I recognized only from the warm tone I had grown up hearing from our own mamis, she was strong. Hundreds of miles away I felt comforted and knew, when I got there it would be different but exactly as I remembered. I knew also that one day we would become our mamis, the center of our own families that lend strength to each others.
Mi mama me preguntaba de mi dia, y me dijo, "mija usa mi tarjeta si quieres para comprar tu boleto. Tu prima te recoje o tomas un taxi del aeropuerto." Esta bien, puedo venir este fin de semana, "no el 7, compra tu boleto,"si mami.
She said they were watching Monday night football. I could hear the kids running in and out of the room, imagined the scent of the food on the stove, and the table, never an empty plate. The tv on in the living room, the phone ringing, but at other times the buzz of the computer and the radio from other rooms all at once. That's how it is, always when mi familia gets together to compartir. En este dia, la bienvenida de mi padrino.
Como queria estar alli. Sentada en el sofa, o en la mesa de la cocina, viendo como mi mami, madrina, y ahorra prima se movian por la casa, asegurando que nadien se quedara con hambre , o sed. Escuchando los chismes y chistes, hablando entre nos y francamente. I told my prima, I wish I was there, "you will be, you will be here soon." Suddenly I heard her. A familiar voice that I recognized only from the warm tone I had grown up hearing from our own mamis, she was strong. Hundreds of miles away I felt comforted and knew, when I got there it would be different but exactly as I remembered. I knew also that one day we would become our mamis, the center of our own families that lend strength to each others.
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