GABRIELLA: The Heroine of God

Sweet Wake

" ¿Ella esta despierta? " (Is she awake)

"No sé, Mi Amor" (I don't know, my love)

"¡Gregorio! ¡Ves sus manos! ¡Se esta moviendo! ¡Gregorio, sus manos se mueven! " (Do you see her hands? It's moving! Gregorio, her hands are moving!)

Upon gaining a tad of consciousness, I can hear a man and a woman conversing with a thick Espanol accent.

The view I get as I open my eyes was a rattled old man who's trying his best to be calm as possible, seated on one of my house's living room chairs, and across him was an elderly woman with a large fan with Chinese symbols, who seems to be his wife.

" Hija. " (Daughter.)

The concerned old woman calls me in a comforting manner upon seeing me gain consciousness. She goes near me and smiles as she holds my hand and massages it by making circles as she sits still on one of the cushion chairs in my living room.

" Hija, you-you fainted uh earlier "

I avert my gaze to the woman who was struggling to speak straight English as she explains. Uncomfortable of my current position, I slowly lift my body so I would be in a sitting position,

" We are uh a c-couple, we- we live across your h-house. My name is Dulce and he -he is my husband, Gregorio " The old woman says, pointing to herself and the person across her as she introduces her husband on his behalf.

"Yo puedo entender Espanol." (I can understand Espanol) I finally spoke, although vague.

"Aunque puede que no lo parezca" (Although I may not look like it) I force a smile as I continue.

My attributes as a citizen living in Peru are undeniable. Aside from having no Peruvian blood, I appear to be darker in skin tone compared to the people surrounding me. I was born and raised as a child in the Equatorial Guinea of Africa, so speaking fluently in Spanish is a no-brainer for me.

It was sacrificing my home country for the marriage to my husband who was a missionary who had to travel around the world to spread the gospel of whom they believed.

"Bueno, bueno. Mi esposo vino a dar el pesame. Nosotras estabamos preocupadas. Sin embargo, me llamo solo para decirme que to vio en el suelo de tu salar de estar, inconsciente. " (My husband came to say condolences. We were concerned. However he called me just to say he saw you on the ground of your living room, unconscious.) Relieved and recovering from the shock, Dulce finally spoke straightly and clearly.

" Nos quedamos impactados. No sabiamos que hacer." (We were shocked. We didn't what to do.) The woman continues, and I let her be.

"Muchas Gracias" (Thank you very much) I thanked the couple, or I could've been left unattended, as it was all I could say.

" No lo menciones, Hija " (Don't mention it, Daughter)