I saw this contest and thought why not participate?, so here are my jumbled thoughts on these questions. At first I thought they didn't relate, but in my case they sure do....
The most recurring dream in my life is a horrifying nightmare... I am an 8 year old girl who shares a room with my grandmother, the safest place in the world. In my little bed next to hers I am surrounded by the smell of clothes washed by her hands and dried in the sun, I feel the soft warmth of that little room in the middle of the house and close to a sage plant that must be in bloom because its smell intoxicates me. Then out of nowhere comes a dark figure that looks like a man, I can't see his face even though the moonlight comes through the window. From somewhere he pulls out a knife that glows in the light and I know what is going to happen, my body needs to move and stop him, to scream, to alert everyone in the house of what is going to happen. But I can't move or make a sound. I have to watch the movements he makes while I hear with frightening clarity the whimpers of my grandmother.
Many times I woke up crying in my grandmother's arms, who smiled when I told her what had happened, "who would do that in a town as quiet as ours?", "why would they do that to her if she had nothing of value?". With many years of reflecting on it, I think that dream spoke to me of the immense fear of losing someone so important in my life, who taught me so much about family and life without intending to. My grandmother was my second mother and she cared for me with so much love and patience (you can't imagine how much patience she needed to have with me) that she left the deepest imprint on my soul.
It has been two years since I have had that dream for the last time, my grandmother left us at 96 years old, and her legacy was one of infinite love. Even though I am crying right now, I do not feel sad when I think of her, I only feel grateful and tender to have had her. When I am gone I would like people to think of me and remember a person who was calm at all times, who helped them reason through their problems and find solutions, someone to turn to if they needed a healing hug, a cheerful person in spite of adversity, a great storyteller, someone willing to share her wisdom and above all the best black bean cooker on the face of the earth. This was the essence of what my grandmother bequeathed to me and I can't think of a nicer legacy ❤️.
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He visto este concurso y he pensado ¿por qué no participar?, así que aquí van mis revueltos pensamientos sobre estas preguntas. Al inicio pensé que no se relacionaban, pero en mi caso vaya que sí…
El sueño más recurrente en mi vida es una pesadilla horrible… Soy una niña de 8 años que comparto habitación con mi abuela, ese es el lugar más seguro del mundo. En mi camita al lado de la suya me envuelve el olor de la ropa lavada por sus manos y secada al sol, siento el calorcito suave de esa habitación en medio de la casa y cercana a una planta de salvia que debe estar florecida porque su olor me embriaga. Entonces de la nada entra una figura oscura que parece un hombre, no puedo verle la cara a pesar de que la luz de la luna entra por la ventana. De algún lugar saca un cuchillo que brilla con la luz y ya sé lo que va a pasar, mi cuerpo necesita moverse e impedirlo, gritar, alertar a todos en la casa de lo que va a suceder. Pero no logro moverme ni emitir sonido. Tengo que ver los movimientos que hace mientras escucho con una claridad espantosa los gemidos de mi abuela…
Muchas veces desperté llorando en brazos de mi abuela, que sonreía cuando le contaba lo que había pasado, “¿quién iba a hacer eso en un pueblo tan tranquilo como el nuestro?”, “¿para qué iban a hacerle eso si ella no tenía nada de valor?”. Con muchos años de pensar al respecto, creo que ese sueño me hablaba del miedo inmenso de perder a alguien tan importante en mi vida, que me enseñó tanto sobre la familia y la vida sin proponérselo. Mi abuela fue mi segunda madre y me cuidó con tanto cariño y paciencia (no se imaginan cuanta paciencia necesitó conmigo) que dejó la más profunda huella en mi alma.
Hace dos años que no he vuelto a tener ese sueño, mi abuelita nos dejó a sus 96 años y su legado fue de amor infinito. Aunque ahora mismo esté llorando, no me siento triste al pensar en ella, solo siento agradecimiento y ternura de haberla tenido. Cuando ya no esté quisiera que otros piensen en mí y recuerden una persona en calma en todo momento, que los ayudó a razonar sus problemas y encontrar soluciones, alguien a quien acudir si necesitan un abrazo sanador, una persona alegre a pesar de las adversidades, una gran contadora de historias, alguien dispuesta a compartir su sabiduría y sobre todo la mejor cocinera de frijoles negros sobre la faz de la tierra. Esta fue la esencia de lo que mi abuela me legó y no puedo pensar en un legado más bonito ❤️.
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Thank you for sharing your dream and your legacy! Have a lovely day!
And to be much like your Grandmother, her legacy.
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