Happy Todlers

2017-11-01 19.12.04

My grandmother has magical hands and a golden heart. She and my mother are the most strongest people I know. Besides being a wonderful cook, she always took care of people she did not know as if they were family. She welcomed them and gave them the little we had without hesitation or ulterior motives.

We loved when she used to make papaya jam to spread on the bread. Wonderful! She spoiled us so much, my God! I really miss that.

We did not have TV or any kind of technology at home, so we spent all the time on the street playing. I think there is no better environment for a growing child, than on the street playing with nature.

We waged mud wars and wrecked in it. We picked up cardboard boxes, got on top of it, and slided down the hill. We talked to animals, plants and even rocks, although we knew they did not hear and speak. We were stubborn, curious and we were not afraid of anything. 
I have many scars from games that ended badly, but they are memories of the best moments of my life. I love them, they are a big part of me and who I am today.

I remember fighting with my brother and my cousins ​​over milk and bread that my grandmother brought in every morning. There was more than enough for everyone, but we used to eat with our eyes more than we were actually hungry. Each drank more than 1 liter of milk a day. In a large bowl, we mixed pieces of bread and added milk. We used to eat so much that we did not need to have lunch and had enough energy for the rest of the day.

One day, I went running after them and forgot that a step was missing on the back stairs of the house that were going to the yard, and I fell. I hit so hard with my head on the rocks that I passed out. I ended up waking up inside a barrel full of leaves and piss (laughs), and I do not think it was mine. It was a kind of healing treatment, my grandmother said.

On another occasion it was my brother who fell on the front steps and broke his head. His case was more serious and had to be taken to the hospital immediately. He had accumulated blood that had to be taken away, so he had surgery. And all of this for what? A piece of bread! No wonder he’s not all there these days.

My cousin had an addiction that I still do not understand. Every night after we all went to bed, she would get up and go into the kitchen to eat the rest of the oil, where my grandmother had fried the fish. It’s a good thing she stopped in time, otherwise today instead of walking, she would roll over the floor.

We had very little, but that little we had was enough for us to be happy, because we were very honest and united. Not to mention that we had nature in our favor and all the good things she could offer us.





7 thoughts on “Happy Todlers

    1. Thanks Olizy. Really apreciate your comment and I’m glad you liked it. Memories are everything that we have, our past and future 😊


  1. Wow that was extremely well written! The creatively well-meshed sentences for the paragraph the begins with “We waged mud wars and wrecked in it.”, was a phenomenal read. I aspire to be able to write like that more consistently. You have a wonderful voice and a great experience you are referencing. It resonated with my youth on many levels. I look forward to reading more of your work!

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    1. Oh Joey, thanks for your kind words, they mean a lot to me and im really, really happy that you felt connected somehow. My first language is not English but I try and gradually I am perfecting it. I always have a bit of help here and there from my partner and this wonderful community.


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