“To a Smile of your Dream,es” Delivery 22
Another day for reflection.
Choosing thoughts of hope, choose in favor of altruism and solidarity.
“To a Smile of your Dream,es”. Delivery 22. (Page 131 of 390)
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“After eight and on the way to “Happiness”, Candela surprised her daughter with an unexpected “Thank you”.
-By? – Linda Aurora asked surprised.
– For kicking the priest out.
– ¡Ah! So! – couldn't repress the laughter – was nothing, it was well deserved, he asked for it. Do you want to bring the basket today? – this time it contained two volumes of red back hidden under a huge bouquet of daisies and two peaches – take mom – I knew how excited he was.
The episode he was referring to went back days. The priest had a snack at the hotel, and it was nothing strange, because from time to time he pretended anything in order to enjoy the delicious delicacies that Marla prepared. To distract the time, he asked little Rosabel to indicate what the parts of her body were called., it was not the first time, but yes the first time Linda Aurora witnessed it. A D. Braulio was funny, maybe too much, how the girl adjectives it. At his first laughs, Linda Auora pouted, but when Candela, Innocently and trying to give the best of herself, she began to imitate her granddaughter repeating what she said, the priest reacted in a totally reprehensible way, out-of-tone laughter that the Guardian was unwilling to tolerate. She had endured all the teasing that her family would have to suffer, simply, there was no room for more humiliation, so without thinking about it too much she got up made a basilisk and pointing towards the door of the street she shouted a… “out of here! now!”, that no further clarification was needed.
For Linda Aurora every giggle from her mother, every comment out of tune, every run through the hotel, dip in the river, mischief or allusion to Manuela as if she had just seen her, was comparable to a coughing fit, bloody sputum, fever or acute attack of pain in a terminally ill patient. His mother was dying and those ravings insistently reminded him that… “anytime…” it was the date her mother was leaving.
Ana had recently cried in her arms the sudden loss of her father, and although he accompanied her in her pain with words of comfort that never console, and assured him of Candela's company to ease his grief, couldn't help but feel a terrible pang of envy. Her friend would fire her father forever, but I would only do it once, she instead, I was suffering a continuous and desperate farewell for years”.
XIII
“The night was perfect and serene with a moon reigning in something, round and shiny. The sound of the river added to the song of the crickets and Linda Aurora, knowing a privileged, I enjoyed that magnificent landscape.
The balcony was a perfect place to dream, and the peppermint tea that had been brewed, the best of companies. He was wanting to immerse himself in the mysteries of the Guardians and be seduced by those women he venerated.. Opened for the umpteenth time the book titled “it” and after taking a small sip of your tea, read aloud:
“The Guardian whose Angel exhales a powerful aroma of Garlic is the Guardian of the Miracle. This fragrance will appear in two moments of your life: his birth and his death.
His gift consists of a miraculous faculty to resurrect living beings, whether they are human, animals or vegetables, but they can only exercise it once. It is not they who decide who to save from death, that corresponds to Heaven.
When they start to exhale their garlic aroma, They will kiss the dying man, giving him breath of life and he, will be reborn.
From that moment on they have little time, just a few hours, to write down in your book with whom and under what circumstances they have exercised their gift. Then, her hair will be dyed white and soon after, will make their transition”.
As tradition dictated, every time a Guardian was born she had to enroll in her corresponding book. Being enrolled in one of those holy books committed her to write down all the incidents or circumstances of her life related to her heavenly condition., or not.
The book titled “it” barely contained twenty annotations.
Linda Aurora found it very difficult to write in hers. I felt I had nothing to share with the world, except your frustration. It was Berta who just after her birth and in absolute secrecy decided to enroll her. The first time he saw his name written in that book, almost lost his mind. She felt so powerful that she thought she didn't need her breaths to continue existing.. She saw herself splendid and beautiful, but especially useful because his life had meaning and purpose. That feeling of invincibility barely lasted an instant, it didn't take long for him to remember that his mother had taken his gift from him and from that moment to the present, six years later, he had limited himself to writing a cynical and ironic entry on his birthday… “I'm still alive and of course, without my gift”.
When he discovered the dedication and absolute generosity of the Guardians of the Miracle, felt chills for them, relief that no loved one smelled of garlic and shame at the frivolous footprint he was leaving behind him.
They were all admirable, but one especially, I had her totally impressed. He had written in childish calligraphy almost illegible because of his early age… “Oak, after a fire”. The rest of the testimonies reflected situations as varied as singular… “little girl, drowning in the river… dog, poisoned… rosal, flattening… mother, postpartum infection… bird, unscrupulous hunter… maestro, bicycle accident… boy, drop… beech, drought… ant, stomp… grandfather, fever”.
Although reading this book always left her shocked, for some reason unknown, It never was long before I wanted to read it again. Reflection awakened him and he inadvertently ended up asking questions that he was unable to solve… “What macabre balance is there in the Universe that puts the life of an ant before that of a girl?, Is this absolute delivery worth it?, If there are Guardians who can only perform their gift on one occasion, there will also be Guardians who can perform more than one gift throughout their existence?”
That night he raised his questions as high as he could and waited for Pius's answer.. And he had to wait a long time because his Angel seemed not to be close. Nothing is further from reality. Although he made himself beg, was always present, carefully monitoring each of Linda Aurora's thoughts and emotions.
And now, the Guardian thought it was a shame her grandmother had decided to end all the holy books, because I sensed, intuiting well, that the lives of hundreds of magical women were lost forever.
There were not hundreds of Guardians who had existed, but thousands and yes, it was a shame that no one could benefit from their experiences. The last Guardian of Gratitude and its delicious aroma of Freshly Baked Bread would be forgotten. He was able to fill the human with a full appreciation for his life by simply touching the tip of his nose with one of his fingers.. That pleasant and serene feeling of gratitude managed to mitigate all his regrets. Linda Aurora would have loved to meet the Guardian of Curiosity, it smelled like strawberries and when I exclaimed “¡oh!”, she aroused in all who listened to her an intense eagerness to investigate, know and know; they became restless and persevering beings. Curiosity and perseverance were two important elements in achieving incredible goals.
And how are you, many more, it had been more than a hundred years since a Guardian of Truth lived on Earth, and it was a pity, when she snapped her fingers the human in front of her was forced to tell the truth to himself, and it was hard to find her alone, because its delicious biscuit aroma gave it a familiar air that kept it company at all times. Many people benefited from his gift, almost as many as the Guardian of Courage got along with her Angel with the aroma of Clean Clothes.
The night was giving way to dawn and Linda Aurora showed obvious signs of tiredness, it was time to go to bed. He stood up and cast a defiant gaze to heaven, whisper… “very good tweet, as you like, stay in your wonderful world of Light that I'm going to sleep”.
– Goodnight, sweetie, have a nice rest
– Good morning! – he exclaimed entering “Happiness” – Have you heard my questions?
– All and each one – he said in a tone that Linda Aurora was mocking – I have heard the ones you have formulated, and also those that don't, what if, my girl, miracles exist.
– I do not doubt it – he said taking off the patch, putting it in the drawer of your nightstand and lying on the bed. Pio's abilities always surprised her.
– If you do – replied his Angel – every time you reread the admirable feats of the Guardians of the Miracle you do, and I say yes, that miracles exist and are nothing extraordinary.
– Really? – he asked with a half smile.
– You are right, little, there is nothing extraordinary about miracles, they are only events that cannot be explained with the logic and reason of humans, but be sure that they adhere perfectly to the laws of the Universe. There are no great or small miracles, easy or difficult, fast or slow, those differences are found in human minds. Miracles are completely natural and also, all the same.
– If you say it – I wasn't too convinced, but I had no strength for the reply.
– And as for your other longing…
– Another yearning? – she asked fearing that the conversation would drag on for much longer..
– If you are intrigued by the idea of having more gifts, proof, What do you have to lose?
Linda Aurora smiled, Pio and his challenges. She fell asleep immediately with a new idea wandering through her mind… “What if i had other gifts?…” and it dawned with the firm determination to leave doubts.”
Tomorrow I will share with you a new fragment of this novel, a new piece of me. In the meantime, I will make Pius' words my own and affirm that miracles exist and that there is nothing extraordinary about them.