May Malen's Diary-Chapter 9

This is the day when I was little

Once upon a time, as all stories must begin, I was born. My parents, Grannies and their husband were very anxious in the expatiation of seeing me. So were my cousins Tomas and Maira Rose, they wanted to have a cousin to play with. Their disillusion was big, as I was only a Carrot, with no name and used to sleep and sucks mother’s milk, and then I fell asleep again. My parents wanted a daughter and I was a girl for their satisfaction. They have already had a son, who takes care of us from eternity. I feel protected by him. Auntie Paula and Uncle Cristan, were also in the expectation of seeing me as soon as possible. However, as they are people of respect, they waited three months before going with their kids to have a family gathering around my coat, my baby bed. The only person who did not turned up was Abuelo, as Auntie [Read more…]

You are growing up far too soon. Mays'Diary

I never know if I shall see you when you be big, if you are already big after 49 days of having been born! That speed will give me no time to see you  to crawl first, to tumble as you try to walk and to play with your friends! [Read more…]

your first time

There is always a first time for all the events of life, my darling grand-daughter May Malen! This is our first time of being sick. Your parents have suffered a lot, I dare say so much! You are so little and have such a good humour, that we are not used to see you not wanting to eat, to cry all the time, day and night. So much crying, that your parents were desperate of listening to you and expecting to be morning to take to the hospital and see what was happening Dad had to work, Mum was all alone, so your Granny Gloria went with you and parents – your Dad was allow to accompany all of you until the moment of seeing you diagnosed and with less pain. You looked like this: [Read more…]