Susana watched the clock constantly. Ten minutes had already passed after school was dismissed and Ana did not come out. Ten more minutes passed, and Susana began to despair. Something was not right, Ana might be two or three minutes late, but twenty minutes late was unusual. Susana looked for a place to park the car and began to walk towards the school office. She was nervous thinking about what could have caused Ana’s delay. Just as Susana was about to talk to the secretary, she heard Ana’s voice, “Susana, I’m here. Are we going home?”
With a pale face, trembling legs and holding the baby car seat, Susana was in front of the hospital doors when her friend Irene came to pick her up, to take her back to her apartment. The tragic news of the collapse of the little train was resounding in all the media, while in Susana’s heart it echoed like an explosion of anguish and fear for what might have happened to her family.
Trying to calm Susana’s visible concern, Irene spoke to her in a gentle voice, “Do not worry in advance. We will go to the scene of the accident. You will be waiting in the car, while I look for your family. You will see that they are fine, the news always exaggerates events. “
During the last months I have only received letters, messages, news, and feelings that express sadness, pain, suffering, despair, misunderstanding or loneliness. And I would like to remind you not to forget the loved ones who have left on a journey with no return; back to a spiritual world where they can rest until we meet them again. We just have to remember the happy moments, the loving details, the gifts received, the signs of love, the trips, the parties, the teachings and the days full of light that we have been able to share in order to feel united with them, but letting them fly free as the wind towards a world full of sun, hope, wisdom, where it can be discovered that we do not die forever, because we are bound by unbreakable ties of ETERNAL LOVE.
Can you open your heart to life?
It’s 04:45 in the morning, and I don’t remember what day it is today? The alarm on my clock has sounded loudly, blasting in my ears. With great difficulty, I open my eyes and get out of bed. I start with my daily routine and get ready to go to work. My wife and daughters are still sleeping, so I try not to make too much noise while I blend my breakfast: a combination of oats, fruits, nuts, and soy milk. The noise that the blender motor produces breaks the silence that surrounds the kitchen. My eyes close in a fleeting blink and my mind disconnects from my body.
Before attending Kindergarten, I had already learned to read, although it seems hard to believe that it was true. My mother had a business where she sold all kinds of books and magazines. The books included a wide variety of topics; love, fiction, romance, documentaries, history, politics, nature, science, and all kinds of picture books, which allowed me to enter a world full of fantasy, emotions, and knowledge.
There are 35 days left until we celebrate “Mother’s Day”, 77 days to “Father’s Day”, 128 days to “My birthday”, 264 days to “Christmas” and I can keep adding events such as graduations, vacations, weddings, and many more that are scheduled to take place on specific dates. These events occur in our lives in a normal way, they can be transitory or sometimes repetitive. It is also common to observe how television, radio and all businesses remind us of the time remaining for a holiday and begin reminding us of urgent need to prepare by buying what is necessary for our celebration to be successful through a constant “REGRESSIVE ACCOUNT OF THE DAYS” that we still experience when these festivities, events or triumphs are achieved.
With a smile on her lips, Lark woke up. Having felt love for the first time, her chest burned with happiness. The night before she had been very emotional. Her voice captivating the Jutiapa audience who applauded each of her songs.
Leaning on the hood of the car, staring up at the sky, the moonlight was reflected in my pupils illuminating my dreams. Wrapped in the silence of the night, I let my thoughts fly through infinity, until my spirit found harmony with the universe.
In an instant, their gazes intertwined. Manuel said nothing when he was discovered by Lark. The strong impression that Lark received when seeing her father cheat on Hilda, caused her heart to clench full of disappointment, wrapped in an unpleasant acidity that ate away at her feelings.
As the land of Tara is Jutiapa for me.
A place where I renew my energy and my spirit is strengthened as each cell of my body is enlivened in harmony with my religious beliefs, giving me the opportunity to feel closer to God, through the unbreakable friendships of my childhood and youth; evoking my teenage days, when fortified ties were woven into shared experiences with each one of those, who through time have remained immovable in a fraternal feeling of love, reciprocated service and pleasantly shared moments.