Recently, I started thinking about what life would have been like without Abuelas. Here’s what I came up with:
- No creamy mashed potatoes that you can pat down into a flat pancake.
- Nobody saying “Que dios to bendiga” as you bid your good byes.
- No family secrets divulged in Spain over sangria.
- No balconies overlooking the hustle and bustle of Isla Verde, Puerto Rico.
- Nobody to ask you over and over again if you want another banana, or another glass of water, or a third plate.
- No front porches filled with scorpions or back yards filled with coquis.
- Nobody to pass you a $5 or $10 behind your Abuelo’s back.
- No unmatched croquettas made with love and lots of secret ingredients.
- Nobody to make me and my cabbage patch dolls custom-made clothes, including the coolest, hot pink, off-the-shoulder, Christmas Formal dress I wish I still had.
- No glimpses of Spanish-language novelas that never quite sucked me in.
- No old photographs.
- No smarties every Sunday.
- No Jetta I could pretend was mine.
- No coke that cross-my-heart tastes different in Puerto Rico.
- Nobody to try to teach English to just for a loving laugh.
- No frijoles recipe living in my Hotmail inbox for years.
- No perfectly manicured nails…even at the end.
- No witches next door with hair down to their knees.
- Nobody babysitting on nights that brought out the most mischievous in you, like exploding godzillas in microwaves or playing with your dad’s razor.
- No favorite nights at Pizza Hut with an arcade overlooking the dining area.
- No house to live in while we were in between houses.
- No Dulce Maria’s in my immediate family.
A world without Abuelas is a sad world indeed.
Posted by: Mariela