Mi Abuelita's Love

    By nlperez11

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    04 May, 2024

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    I remember my abuelita's kitchen, a magical place where I learned so much. Her hands moved swiftly, kneading the dough for tamales, her voice humming a soft melody that still echoes in my heart.

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    She taught me how to fold the corn husks and how to stuff them with the delicious mixture she prepared. The savory tamales we made together were the best part of our family gatherings.

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    I also learned how to make piñatas from her. We would spend hours cutting and gluing colorful papers. The joy of breaking the piñata was second only to the joy of making it with her.

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    Her laughter filled the room as we crafted, it was contagious. The piñatas were not perfect, but they were filled with love, and that made them perfect for us.

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    Abuelita's sewing corner was my favorite spot in the house. She would let me pick the fabric and thread, guiding my hands as I learned to sew. The hum of the sewing machine was our lullaby.

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    Every stitch told a story, every piece of clothing we made held a memory. From patching up old clothes to making new ones, she taught me the value of patience and persistence.

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    In the quiet afternoons, we would retreat to the living room where she taught me how to read. She would pick a book, and I would snuggle next to her, listening to her soothing voice.

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    She introduced me to the magical world of stories, sparking my imagination and nurturing my love for books. Her stories were not just words; they were adventures, lessons, and dreams.

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    As the day ended, we would return to the kitchen, now filled with the glow of the setting sun. Abuelita would make hot chocolate, the perfect end to our delightful day.

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    We would sit at the table, sipping the delicious drink, talking about our day. Her eyes twinkling in the dim light as she listened to my stories, making me feel special.

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    As night fell, I would go to bed filled with a sense of contentment. The memories of the day would become dreams, dreams of love, learning, and laughter with my abuelita.

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    The love, the lessons, and the memories that my abuelita gave me are treasures that I will cherish forever. She taught me more than skills; she taught me the essence of life.

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