“To a Smile of your Dream,es” Delivery 27
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Let's discover the twenty-seventh installment of “To a Smile of your Dream,es”. (Page 175 of 390)
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III
“Yes aunt, we are alone…”, Linda Aurora did not want to go into more detail. He silenced the desperate flight of the guest and the sadness and bewilderment that subsequently seized his wife, as he also silenced that he had recovered his gift. She wore a red patch on her right eye to match her dress and sitting behind the oak table in the attic she only wanted to enjoy that wonderful and disconcerting moment in her life when her little girl exhaled a formidable aroma of Honey.. He was impatient to know what sweet Rosabel's gift was and he hoped his aunt would know it. There were no records, no books, nor did he have any allusion to a Guardian with that fragrance, nothing. If her aunt had no answers, she would try Pio, but he knew that his Angel was little given to making things easier for him and would say something like… “it's your experience, your life, Live it and stop asking!”
– Honey! – Marla exclaimed, pulling Linda Aurora out of her ramblings – come here, come with me – she tapped her knees twice indicating the girl to sit on them and when Rosabel obeyed, he hugged her as tight as he could – ¡mmm! How well you smell!, your mom and I have to tell you a lot of things.
– Guardian Things, true? – asked innocently.
– Beautiful Aurora! – Marla turned to her niece with wide eyes – Have you told him about the Guardians?
– Yes! Every night! – Rosabel responded enthusiastically – And i love them!
– Young girl, we will talk you and me – sentenced.
– My mom told me that I'm a Guardian too – she said twisting one of her braids – but he doesn't know which, you know it? – she looked straight into her great-aunt's eyes while still fiddling with her hair.
– No, sweetie, I do not know – answered without being entirely sincere – in these red books – he said pointing to the wall of the attic – there is the life of hundreds of beautiful and brave Guardians like you – he kissed her on the forehead – but there is no book that is titled “Honey”.
– They burned – Linda Aurora intervened – Many years ago, sweetie, some were burned in a terrible fire – walked over to the bookshelf and took five of them, they were red like the others, but they seemed different, smaller and narrower, their titles: Lavender, Mint and Jasmine – look, sweetie, these are the books of your great aunts.
The Lavender volume collected Marla's impressions and experiences, and he did it intermittently, as had been the commitment that she maintained with her gift. But nevertheless, there were three books that prayed the word on its back “Mint”, and is that Berta, the freckled Guardian of Dreams found in the written word an escape route when her voice trailed off in the last years of her life. And finally, another titled “Jasmine”, Candela's, the only one that Linda Aurora had never had the courage to consult. Pity, because if he had he would have been surprised to find notes on a spell, the recipe for a sweet called “Tears of bread”, a tremendous despair when the first memories of his childhood began to appear and death stretched out its arms, the fear of the decision to tell a daughter how she had destroyed her life, and finally colorful squiggles culminating in a final and definitive annotation, made years ago, in which a huge heart with his name and that of Rosabel put the final point.
– They are different – Rosabel did not miss the size of their covers.
– Yes, their books were also burned in the fire and they had to start writing their story from memory – Linda Aurora told – you, you will also have your book and it will be like one of these, You'll love it!
– I don't like red, I want it blue.
– Blue?
– Yes, blue – reaffirmed without hesitation – and with fairies, butterflies and a unicorn on the cap.
– Do not even think about it! – exclaimed Marla – the holy books are red. And point!
The rest of the conversation was a story full of magic and love, Rosabel loved listening to Guardian stories and Marla turned out to be a terrific storyteller, so much so that even Linda Aurora listened attentively and enraptured to her aunt's stories… “sweetie, I am the Guardian of Illusion and how much I touch someone with these little hands…”, he said as he put his hands in front of her eyes and moved them gracefully, causing the girl to laugh… ” or give them a hug with these arms that God has given me, they go crazy with illusion, so much, so much, that can even spread it to others…”, and so, one by one, He was recounting the gifts of the family while Rosabel was filled with pride when she recognized in those magnificent women her beloved grandmother Candela, his aunt and even his own mother.
– Mom, if you are Guardian, Why don't you have any gift?
– Yes it has – Marla anticipated Linda Aurora's response – pero…
– But I need both of my eyes, sweetie – pointed to the patch that covered her eye – and I only have one – she was determined to keep keeping her secret.
I would not tell anyone that I had regained my vision. After lamenting for years about his neutered eye and wishing to get it back more than anything in the world, now she realized that she didn't want anything to change.
Marla continued with her story and it was incredible the way she expressed love when referring to episodes as hard as her mother's madness, the progressive silence that took over Berta, Candela's eternal childhood, their gifts, its magic, his commitment and when he referred to the need for secrecy, he was especially clear and forceful… “nobody is nobody, it would be our end”.
Rosabel was happy and relaxed, He loved being part of that world and although the surprise would have been the most natural, she was pleased and happy, but in no case surprised. She had wanted to be a Guardian since hearing the first tale from her mother's mouth and knew there was nothing that couldn't be, hacer o tener. That day in which his body woke up exhaling the aroma of Honey was nothing more than the day in which he received from the Universe what he had wanted so much. He was enthusiastic about that magical confirmation because he understood that his mother was right, that it was powerful, that his mind created what he thought and soon he would talk to Candela again.
– Tomorrow without fail, my girl will have her book here and you, the keys – Marla said standing up.
– Thank you – Linda Aurora smirked, he had dreamed for years of his own attic keys – cast? – he asked directing his gaze towards his aunt's bare hands.
– We will talk about that – smiled and continued – and please, take your book immediately and write in it : I am the mother of a beautiful Honey-scented Guardian”.
IV
“Happiness, Manuela's hotel and it could be said that the entire Ribera woke up with a refreshing aroma of Honey seasoned with Cinnamon and Lemon. Rosabel presented equally high doses of nervousness and joy, a beautiful and fantastic party was being prepared in the hotel in his honor, she would finally celebrate her fifth birthday and she was looking forward to making her wish before blowing out the candles. Miles away, where the Xuello died, the Lighthouse Island joined his emotions by exhibiting a smiling silhouette only perceptible to birds.
– In the end who comes? – Marla whipped egg whites with a mixer – Do you know anything about bruno?
– can not come, now he's living with his mother on the other side of the shore, It's been a long time since I last saw him – Linda Aurora approached the oven to check it was on – one day we have to go pay him a visit.
– Did you buy almonds? – he asked suddenly. He prepared Rosabel's favorite sweet, nutty, and it was not because of their taste or texture that I preferred them, but because he loved to place an almond on each of the dough pegot.
– Yes, sí, I bought almonds and rye flour. We have it all – Linda Aurora was busy rolling out the dough she had just made, I knew that Fabian adored that artisan rye bread – the children will arrive at five, Ana a little later.
– The goodies? – he asked seeing Rosabel enter the kitchen
– Fabián takes care of that – sprinkled with hazelnuts and raisins while humming – I feel happy and I feel guilty about it, you know?
– So dont do it, sweetie – Marla approached her niece and hugged her tenderly – we were born to be happy, if in sadness there appears a hint of joy, peace or quiet, hold on to him like he's the last. It will not be. There are always more flashes or moments to be happy, but try not to waste those that come to you. They are valuable and unique – she wiped her hands on her white apron and handed Rosabel a blue glass bowl full of almonds – take honey, one by one, ¿eh?
– And the ones that remain? – he asked sweetening his voice.
– You leave them in the jar – Linda Aurora anticipated Marla's complacent response. He still remembered the embarrassment he suffered the last time they made almonds.
The girl reluctantly agreed, placed 4 almonds in their corresponding dumplings and tired because the novelty had disappeared, she left the kitchen in the direction of the Garden, I always found fun there and now that I was Guardian, even more. He loved those black fluff that fluttered around the world and found it a fascinating pastime to blow on them and make them disappear. Some even made sounds similar to complaints or lamentations. I couldn't help it, if those clouds appeared before her, blew and blew until they were removed.
– Aunt, Rosabel blows – Linda Aurora said after verifying that her daughter had left the kitchen and could not hear her.
– I know, I have seen her, but her white lock has not appeared – he replied as he cut into three equal pieces the puff pastry that he had just taken out of the oven.
– What if, being a special Guardian, I didn't have the? – she was worried – blows left and right all day. Fabian asks questions, He thinks he's developing some trauma for Candela and I don't know what to say to him.
– We will have to ask him for measure and control – she said spreading a delicious cream with the spatula.
– will not be able. Is small – Linda Aurora took Marla by the hand and in clear allusion to her nakedness, asked again – cast?
– I already told you that, of that, we would talk later.
Marla was struggling with a dilemma. I hadn't been honest with Linda Aurora. They remembered the stories their mother told them before sleeping, and in one of them, one that he repeated frequently and recounted as if his life depended on it, the protagonist was a brave and beautiful Guardian who exhaled a delicious aroma of Honey and lived in fear under the threat of an evil sorcerer whom she could never defeat. If that fable was reality or not, I wished I never had to find out”.
Tomorrow we have an appointment… do not forget!