Diana got up and looked on the
dresser. Nacha had a few medicine
bottles, an open oft-used Biblia, a Virgin
Maria, a phone, small phonebook, and a
small old wooden jewelry box with a
ballerina with a broken leg. Diana
picked it up and dusted it off. She
remembered playing with it 20 years
ago. Diana overhears noise from the
room. They were praying! They never
closed the door before, she thought.
Diana whispered in Julie’s ear, “Julie,
¿tu te recuerdas cuando vamos a la
iglesia? Pues vamos ahora a rezar con
Abuelita y Nacha, ¿OK?” Diana quietly
opens the door and Nacha is sitting on
the twinbed-turned-sofa in the little room
dedicated to all things spiritual. Abuelita
and Nacha hardly looked up as they
were praying the rosary. “Dios te salve
Maria, llena eres de gracias…” Diana
chimes along.
Julie looks around at all the statues in
the room. In Abuelita’s house the
statues are all hidden inside this
makeshift- homemade cabinet. Here
they are in the open.
She gazes at the black Indian aiming his
bow and arrow. She glances at the
hand with many fingers. She looks over
to the Virgin Maria and then she catches
a glimpse at a rag doll with a bright red
dress. Not like any doll she has ever
seen. It looks like it was made from a
black t-shirt for the face and arms and
the red dress is simple and plain. Julie
chimed in with the other women praying
the Ave Maria like her mother taught her
to pray at night. “Bonita tu eres entre
todas las mujeres….”
When they finished Abuelita looked over
at Diana and said “Lleva a Julie pa’ la
sala.” Diana nodded, “No, she’s fine.”
Abuelita closed her eyes and
continued. She faced the altar and took
a deep breath that started from the lower
confines of her lungs. Nacha stood up
with her head hanging low. Julie was
almost afraid to look. Diana is watching
every detail. Diana knows firsthand the
power that Abuelita has. She used to
cure her headaches, colds, flu, sore
throats, even heartaches with merely the
touch of her hand.
Abuelita raised her hands up to the air
as if holding the power of God and
slammed her hands down as she
twisted around and let out the deep
breath she was holding in with a loud
cccccchhhhhhhhh!, and passing her
hands, her power, all her strength, over
Nacha’s ailing body.
dresser. Nacha had a few medicine
bottles, an open oft-used Biblia, a Virgin
Maria, a phone, small phonebook, and a
small old wooden jewelry box with a
ballerina with a broken leg. Diana
picked it up and dusted it off. She
remembered playing with it 20 years
ago. Diana overhears noise from the
room. They were praying! They never
closed the door before, she thought.
Diana whispered in Julie’s ear, “Julie,
¿tu te recuerdas cuando vamos a la
iglesia? Pues vamos ahora a rezar con
Abuelita y Nacha, ¿OK?” Diana quietly
opens the door and Nacha is sitting on
the twinbed-turned-sofa in the little room
dedicated to all things spiritual. Abuelita
and Nacha hardly looked up as they
were praying the rosary. “Dios te salve
Maria, llena eres de gracias…” Diana
chimes along.
Julie looks around at all the statues in
the room. In Abuelita’s house the
statues are all hidden inside this
makeshift- homemade cabinet. Here
they are in the open.
She gazes at the black Indian aiming his
bow and arrow. She glances at the
hand with many fingers. She looks over
to the Virgin Maria and then she catches
a glimpse at a rag doll with a bright red
dress. Not like any doll she has ever
seen. It looks like it was made from a
black t-shirt for the face and arms and
the red dress is simple and plain. Julie
chimed in with the other women praying
the Ave Maria like her mother taught her
to pray at night. “Bonita tu eres entre
todas las mujeres….”
When they finished Abuelita looked over
at Diana and said “Lleva a Julie pa’ la
sala.” Diana nodded, “No, she’s fine.”
Abuelita closed her eyes and
continued. She faced the altar and took
a deep breath that started from the lower
confines of her lungs. Nacha stood up
with her head hanging low. Julie was
almost afraid to look. Diana is watching
every detail. Diana knows firsthand the
power that Abuelita has. She used to
cure her headaches, colds, flu, sore
throats, even heartaches with merely the
touch of her hand.
Abuelita raised her hands up to the air
as if holding the power of God and
slammed her hands down as she
twisted around and let out the deep
breath she was holding in with a loud
cccccchhhhhhhhh!, and passing her
hands, her power, all her strength, over
Nacha’s ailing body.
Julie didn’t move. Diana looked to see sparks
of fire glowing from Abuelita’s mighty hands.
But she didn’t see any. One day she knows
she will.
Abuelita took an even deeper breath and
slammed her hands over again, shaking
them over her beloved friend’s aching body.
Nacha tilted over almost falling. Diana
reaches over to hold her up. Diana
remembers the prayer and says, “Que la paz
de Dios esté aqui…”
Abuelita kneels down with clenched fist over
the altar and prays. “¡Amen!” Julie says first.
Diana and Nacha repeat, “Amen.” Abuelita
opens her eyes, puts her rosary back in her
purse and takes out a small bottle to give to
Nacha. “Aqui tienes algo que te hice para
hacerte un te. Bébetelo dos veces al dia, por
5 dias."
It’s almost time to go now. Julie runs back to
the living room to play with her dolls. Diana
goes back to the chair. The BFF’s go back to
the kitchen to put away her new tea, which she
places between the Kool-Aid mix and the can
of Bustelo. They talk for about 20 minutes
more before exchanging goodbyes.
Julie is playful and joyful. Diana feels like if
she leaves, she’s leaving behind a piece of
her history. Abuelita looks satisfied that her
job here is done. She hugs Nacha good-bye
once again.
Abuelita’s happy glow is cast over as she
looks away from Nacha and towards the
door. Diana sees a gleam in Abuelita’s eye
as they walk through the door and down the
hallway. It makes Diana wonder who is going
to be there when it’s her mother who needs a
healing hand. Abuelita’s lays her hand on
Diana’s shoulder for strength as if answering
her concerns. Diana stands up taller. She
wonders, will she be strong enough for
Abuelita?
Abuelita walks down the stairs with Diana
one step behind her. Julie is impatient and
playful and jumps down 2 steps at a time.
Jump, jump, jump. Diana finally gets to the
bottom of the stairs and looks around.
“¿Julie?” Abuelita looks up towards the
stairs.
Searching, searching, searching. “¿Adonde
se fue esa muchacha?” Searching,
Searching, Searching. “¿Julie?” They hear
Julie snicker from under the stairs.
Diana nods her head. She continues toward
the door and calls out to Julie, “¡Muchacha!”
Diana and her mother turn to each other and
call out in unison, loud enough so their voices
bounce off the echoey hallway, “¡Sígueme lo
bueno!”
of fire glowing from Abuelita’s mighty hands.
But she didn’t see any. One day she knows
she will.
Abuelita took an even deeper breath and
slammed her hands over again, shaking
them over her beloved friend’s aching body.
Nacha tilted over almost falling. Diana
reaches over to hold her up. Diana
remembers the prayer and says, “Que la paz
de Dios esté aqui…”
Abuelita kneels down with clenched fist over
the altar and prays. “¡Amen!” Julie says first.
Diana and Nacha repeat, “Amen.” Abuelita
opens her eyes, puts her rosary back in her
purse and takes out a small bottle to give to
Nacha. “Aqui tienes algo que te hice para
hacerte un te. Bébetelo dos veces al dia, por
5 dias."
It’s almost time to go now. Julie runs back to
the living room to play with her dolls. Diana
goes back to the chair. The BFF’s go back to
the kitchen to put away her new tea, which she
places between the Kool-Aid mix and the can
of Bustelo. They talk for about 20 minutes
more before exchanging goodbyes.
Julie is playful and joyful. Diana feels like if
she leaves, she’s leaving behind a piece of
her history. Abuelita looks satisfied that her
job here is done. She hugs Nacha good-bye
once again.
Abuelita’s happy glow is cast over as she
looks away from Nacha and towards the
door. Diana sees a gleam in Abuelita’s eye
as they walk through the door and down the
hallway. It makes Diana wonder who is going
to be there when it’s her mother who needs a
healing hand. Abuelita’s lays her hand on
Diana’s shoulder for strength as if answering
her concerns. Diana stands up taller. She
wonders, will she be strong enough for
Abuelita?
Abuelita walks down the stairs with Diana
one step behind her. Julie is impatient and
playful and jumps down 2 steps at a time.
Jump, jump, jump. Diana finally gets to the
bottom of the stairs and looks around.
“¿Julie?” Abuelita looks up towards the
stairs.
Searching, searching, searching. “¿Adonde
se fue esa muchacha?” Searching,
Searching, Searching. “¿Julie?” They hear
Julie snicker from under the stairs.
Diana nods her head. She continues toward
the door and calls out to Julie, “¡Muchacha!”
Diana and her mother turn to each other and
call out in unison, loud enough so their voices
bounce off the echoey hallway, “¡Sígueme lo
bueno!”
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