The Diary of May Malen-Chapter 4

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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My May Malen

May Malen playing away in Parede,26th,6th,10

May Malen playing away with Abuelo, Parede, Portugal

….thanks to Ricardo Ferreira por the images….

As you fly away- you are going away exactly now-, as you flight back home, I think of you, of the week we spent together, with your parents, of your happiness, of your easy laughing about, of your tongue coming in and out of your sweet mouth, running away not to be kissed. Of your free spirit and of your wanting to be always sat down on Mum’s lap, my daughter Camila, or jumping away on the immense arms of Pa, Dad Felix by name. [Read more…]