She looked at the coffin and sighed. She felt sad, she had never cried so much in her life. She wished her father would hug her, but she restrained herself from asking him as she watched him talk to a close friend; he too would miss her mother as much or more than she did. It had all happened so fast that it was hard to process. It seemed like yesterday the move had happened, where Antonella's only task was to pick up her things despite everything that needed to be packed.
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—We have to move closer to the city for your mom," her father repeated every time she asked him why they had to move, "she will need the best doctors, everything will be fine Antonella you will see, it is temporary so we will only take some belongings", he told her while she reluctantly continued with the hard work of collecting her toys.
While she put away her favorite stuffed animals, her brother was crying in the crib, how she hated those cries when he was hungry, but she loved to kiss his little feet and at that moment it occurred to her that living with her aunt and uncle she would never be able to do it again. She would die of shame.
The day came and he said goodbye to his home as they slowly drove away in the truck. He wanted his mother to get well soon, so he could go back to swimming in the river near his home like they did every Saturday; it's one of the things he would miss the most.
In the meantime, he stood in front of a house with a simple white-painted fence. It had been a three-hour drive to get there. A tall, gray-haired man came out to greet them and embraced his mother with special affection.
—He said, "Sister dear, I am glad to see you.....
Then he looked at the beautifully coiffed brunette girl and smiled at her.
—Come in, I will help you with your things," and they slowly brought down all the suitcases with laughter.
She decided she liked the place and ventured out to do cartwheels on that beautiful lawn. Soon she saw a curly-haired white girl come out of the back door. She was carrying a book in her hands and seemed to be heading to where she was.
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—"Do you want to see it?" asked Jocabed, smiling, "It's about animals, do you like them?"
Antonella nodded pitifully, and they sat down on the swing to look at the book. After an hour a gray-haired lady came to greet Antonella. She was her uncle's wife and Jocabed's mother. She remembered them very little because she had only met them two or three times. So little by little, she felt that she was getting to know them again
The girls became very good friends, they could spend all day running, jumping, playing pranks, and playing with their little brothers, who were the babies of the family. Their parents prevented them from playing in the house because of the mess they caused.
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Other than that they spoiled them and tried to keep them from being sad about the bad news. The cancer was advanced in Antonella's mother and they had to operate on her as soon as possible.
But the girls were more worried and saddened by it than the adults could realize. Many times they would talk about it in secret to get it off their chest. Antonella had faith and prayed together with Jocabed for her mother's healing.
A ray of hope was the success of the operation, even though it had been more complex than expected. When Antonella's mother was discharged, the doctor gave specific instructions for her care. Everyone was involved in her postoperative care and cooperated to take care of her, including the girls.
There were bad days when she was quite delicate and the girls tried to make her happy by any means possible, so that she could recover her spirits. Antonella never tired of motivating her and firmly believed that her mother would soon recover and they would go back to being the happy family they were before.
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Two weeks later, the results of the medical tests were not very encouraging. The cancer had spread to other areas of the body. Everyone agreed that because of the severity of the diagnosis they could not return home, yet.
Antonella's father had to arrange a room in his grandmother's house (which was very close by) so that his wife would be more comfortable and have a place for their children to sleep together, since his brother-in-law's house was too small for both families. It hurt the girls to no longer live together, but they still saw each other every day.
As the weeks went by, Antonella's mother's health deteriorated more and more. The doctor no longer gave her much hope. His last recommendations were to make her feel as well as possible.
The girls never knew what the doctor had said. But they watched as she was given sedatives to endure the pain. Jocabed remembers that in the last days of her aunt's life, she could not talk to her because of much she was sedated; she would have liked to say goodbye.
But her aunt departed this world without being able to say goodbye. They all cried for hours, and barely had the strength to make preparations. The only thing that kept them going was to give a farewell to a mother, wife, and aunt that she deserved.
At the funeral the girls cried a lot, they only kept the hope that someday they would see her again. Antonella, after seeing the grief of those present, decided that she would not cry anymore, even though it hurt her more than anyone else the loss of her mother. She would be strong for her father, for her brother and for all those who loved and supported her mother until the end. Life would be very different from that moment on, but she knew that the Creator would be her comfort.
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Eighteen years have passed and I still look at Antonella with pride. Her life has not been easy but she has done well in the end. She has a beautiful family and I hope she does well in life. In the meantime, here I am writing the story I lived with her. I think I can let it go now and I can only say: See you soon, Aunt.
I hope you liked my publication, you can leave your comments and suggestions at the end of this post. Greetings and a big hug. See you next time.
Spanish
Nos vemos pronto, Tía
Ella miró el féretro y suspiró. Se sentía triste, nunca había llorado tanto en su vida. Deseó que su padre la abrazara, pero se cohibió de pedírselo al verlo hablar con un amigo cercano; él también extrañaría a su madre tanto o más que ella. Todo había pasado tan rápido que era difícil procesarlo. Parecía que hubiese ocurrido ayer la mudanza, donde la única tarea de Antonella era recoger sus cosas a pesar de todo lo que había que empacar.
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—Tenemos que irnos mas cerca de la ciudad por tu mamá —repetía su padre cada vez que ella le preguntaba porqué tenían que mudarse —va a necesitar de los mejores médicos, todo saldrá bien Antonella ya lo verás, además es algo temporal por eso sólo nos llevaremos algunas pertenencias —le dijo mientras ella a regañadientes continuaba con la ardua labor de recoger sus juguetes.
Mientras guardaba sus peluches favoritos, su hermano lloraba en la cuna, como odiaba esos chillidos cuando tenía hambre, pero amaba besarle sus piecitos y en ese instante se le ocurrió que viviendo con sus tíos no podría hacerlo nunca más. Moriría de la vergüenza.
El día llegó y le dijo adiós a su hogar mientras se alejaban lentamente en el camión. Quería que su madre se curara pronto, para poder volver a nadar en el río cercano a su hogar como lo hacían todos los sábados; es definitivamente una de las cosas que mas extrañaría.
Mientras tanto se encontraba en frente de una casa con reja sencilla y pintada de blanco. Había sido un viaje de tres horas para llegar hasta allí. Un hombre alto y de pelo cano salió a recibirlos y abrazó a su madre con especial cariño.
—Hermana querida, me alegra verte...
Luego miró a la niña morena hermosamente peinada y le sonrió.
—Pasen los ayudaré con sus cosas —y lentamente fueron bajando todas las maletas entre risas.
Mientras los adultos hacían el trabajo pesado, la niña decidió explorar. Rodeó aquella pequeña casa con curiosidad y notó que había un patio grande en el fondo, cubierto de césped verde y en su centro un columpio.
Decidió que le gustaba el lugar y se aventuró a dar volteretas en aquel hermoso césped. Pronto vio salir de la puerta trasera a una niña blanca, de
pelo rizado. Cargaba un libro en sus manos y parecía dirigirse a donde estaba.
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—¿Lo quieres ver? Preguntó Jocabed sonriente —Es de animales, ¿Te gustan? Antonella asintió penosamente, y se sentaron en columpio a ver libro. Luego de una hora una señora de pelo gris se acercó a saludar a Antonella. Era la esposa de su tío y madre de Jocabed. Muy poco se acordaba de ellos porque los había visitado solo dos o tres veces. Así que poco a poco sentía que los volvía a conocer.
La niñas se hicieron muy buenas amigas, podían pasar todo el día corriendo, saltando, haciendo travesuras y jugando con sus hermanitos, que eran los bebés de la familia. Los padres les impidieron seguir jugando en la casa a causa del desastre que causaban. Fuera de eso los consentían y procuraban que no estuvieran tristes por las malas noticias. El cáncer estaba avanzado en la madre de Antonella y debían operarla lo más pronto posible.
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Pero a las niñas les preocupaba y les entristecía más de los que los adultos podían darse cuenta. Muchas veces hablaban de ello a escondidas para desahogarse. Antonella tenía fe y oraba junto con Jocabed por la sanidad de su madre.
Un rayo de esperanza fue el éxito que tuvo la operación, a pesar de que había sido más compleja de lo esperado. Cuando dieron el alta a la madre de Antonella, el medico dio instrucciones especificas para su cuidado. Todos se involucraron en los cuidados postoperatorio y cooperaban para cuidarla, incluyendo las niñas.
Habían días malos donde estaba bastante delicada y las niñas trataban de hacerla feliz como fuera, para que recuperara los ánimos. Antonella no se cansaba de motivarla y creía firmemente que su madre recuperaría pronto y volverían a ser la familia feliz que eran antes.
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Dos semanas después, los resultados de los exámenes médicos no eran muy alentadores. El cáncer se había extendido a otras áreas del cuerpo. Todos acordaron que por la gravedad del diagnostico no podrían volver a casa aún.
El padre de Antonella tuvo que acomodar un cuarto en la casa de su abuela (que estaba muy cerca de allí) para que su esposa estuviera más cómoda y un lugar para dormir juntos a sus hijos, ya que la casa de su cuñado quedaba chica para ambas familias. A las niñas les dolió ya no vivir juntas, pero igual se veían todos los días.
Transcurrieron las semanas y la salud de la madre de Antonella se deterioraba cada vez más. El médico ya no le daba muchas esperanzas. Sus ultimas recomendaciones fueron hacerla sentir lo mejor posible.
Las niñas nunca supieron lo que había dicho el médico. Pero veían como le daban sedantes para soportar el dolor. Jocabed recuerda que los últimos días de la vida de su tía, no pudo hablar con ella a causa de lo sedada que estaba; le hubiera gustado decirle adiós.
Pero ella partió de este mundo sin poder despedirse. Todos lloraron por horas, y apenas tuvieron las fuerzas para hacer los preparativos. Lo único que los hacía continuar era darle una despedida a esa madre, esposa y tía que merecía.
En el funeral las niñas lloraron muchísimo, solo conservaban la esperanza que algún día volverían a verla. Antonella después de ver el desconsuelo de los presentes; decidió que no lloraría más, a pesar de que a ella le dolía mas que a nadie la perdida de su madre. Sería fuerte por su padre, por su hermano y por todos los que amaron y apoyaron a su mamá hasta el final. La vida sería muy diferente a partir de ese momento, pero sabía que el Creador sería su consuelo.
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Han pasado dieciocho años y todavía miro a Antonella con orgullo. Su vida no ha sido fácil pero le ha ido bien al final. Tiene una hermosa familia y espero que le vaya bien en la vida. Yo mientras tanto aquí ando escribiendo la historia que viví junto a ella. Creo que ya puedo dejarlo ir y solo me queda decir: Hasta pronto tía.
Espero les haya gustado mi publicación, pueden dejar sus comentarios y sugerencias al final de este post. Saludos y un fuerte abrazo. Hasta la próxima vez.
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So sweet is your story.It feels really sad that, the tragic event happened to the aunt who had to die of the disease. Yet, some point life seems fragile,but still life flows on.
Pray that, little child lives happily,..
Yay! 🤗
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