My dearest May misses Gran Pa, swee as she is i miss her aswell
In March this year 2010, my grand Pa came to see me. So he says. I fear that she wanted to see my Mum, his daughter. I didn’t much like his visit. Was he trying to still Mum and make of her, once more, his little daughter? I do not believe so. My Mother knows very well how to defend herself from intruders of her private life; she has a husband, my Dad, and that is plenty for males around. My Abuelo – funny, himself and Chris, My Father´s Father are my grand Pa, and he prefers to be called with that impossible word to pronounce; lelo, abue, Aipuelo? What can I do as my parents seem to agree that I memorize that funny word…and to keep myself into their own way of life? Mum used to call my Abuelo’s Father Abuelo as well. Only that them saw each other very little. We used to live on opposite’s sides: we in the northern hemisphere, them, at the very South of the world. I do not know how or why, I’m too new to understand what the name geography or political life…though it seems to me they left Chile, many years ago, when my Mother had not been yet created; there were a little girl, whom I have to call aunt, why, if she has a name: Paula. Her husband has another impossible way to pronounce, if I know well is we a Cr – Cristan van Emden, as their children, my cousins. I enjoy so much being with tem! They are not giants person as all others are, except for mu Father, tall, slim, with strength to carry me on his arms or shoulders, as Mum does: a very strong woman, so cosy, warmth and with milk only for
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