Memoria

Yesterday was your birthday. Sitting in in class i reflected and began to tear up. For I don't remember your laugh. It hasn't been a year and I feel its escaped me. It's the one thing I never wanted to forget.

Reflecting on your birthday helped me to remember other things you did. Instead of expressing verbally how you felt, you'd do it through gifts. The light in your eyes when I'd tell you about my recent accomplishments. The smell of your maja, the way you'd make a bata with only a pair of scissors, cloth, a needle and thread.

Its a day later and I am still reflecting, still celebrating your life. I carry you with me always. If I cry, let it be known I cry because I know that you are finally free, free of constraints, and pain, and can now be with me every step of my life.

Feliz Cumpleanos abuela.