Mi amor ~ Camilo Madrigal x oc~

13

I finally went home after the whole piano thing. It wasn't much but it still made me feel weird. Almost like I had done something wrong even when I hadn't. Either way I would have went "home", I didn't want to be around when Isabella's boyfriend who's name I couldn't remember was coming to propose. I heard Isabella muttering complaints under her breath. I wasn't gonna stick around for that shit show.

I sat on the front porch beside Mami who hadn't said a word to me rather muttering to her self under her breath.  Glass jars swung from the porch line decorated with large flowers hanging from the top. Green vines flowing from the jars white flowers dotted all across. Mami put them out often, when I was younger we would do them together but it seems in my absence she had gotten my younger sisters to assist. Mami only finally looked up from her lap to wave at a man passing by, "Ay you look so much like your Papi."

Looking up at the reflective jars I smiled at my reflection. I really did look like Papi. Running my hands across my face I couldn't help but think of him. Sighing I looked over at Mami who had a smile of her own, "Can I ask you something." Slowly she pushed her self up out of the chair. Mami had a slight waddle in walk that had only recently showed up. You couldn't tell in her face but Mami was older and in her family knee problems ran wild.

Sofia is twenty almost twenty one, Maria six and Ana eight, standing alone at fifteen I was a middle child. Shit....I think I have middle child syndrome. That's beside the point. Mami was twenty four when she had Sofia. It wasn't her age that was attacking her but the family genes. She fixed a few plants before answering, "Of course Mi Amor."

I ran my hands through my hair a few times a soft sigh falling from my lips, "Why was Papi given the curse...what did Abuela possibly do." Mami laughed a little shaking her head, "The family's curse has been going on for generations. Long before you Abuela. You see my dear with each generation it takes a new route. For your Abuela she was never accepted no matter how hard she tried people stayed as far away as possible. After a while the village believed she was a bruja (witch)."

I couldn't help but laugh, "Abuela a witch?" Mami grabbed the small watering pitcher pouring the water into the colored jars. Nodding she had a more airy tone in her ragged voice, "It wasn't until a man in the village finally saw Abuela for who she was that she felt loved. Your Papi's father but ay he was no dad to your Papi, the man disappeared just before your Papi was born."

I was more confused then ever, "What about Abuela's mother?" A third voice joined the conversation, "Ay Mami was a beautiful woman everything about her. But she was too so dreaded by this curse. You know Julieta? Alma's daughter, Mami was like her rather Mami could turn anything into a poison. My Papi always cooked a great cook he was."

I smiled at Abuela, she had finally left her room. Finally spoken to me. She motioned for me to help her sit down, "This curse has ran through our blood since the beginning of our line. It is said that our farthest back ancestors where deeply in bedded in all forms of witch craft. We healed but mostly they hurt. And so one day a strong witch had heard of what the family was doing to the ones they disliked. So she placed a curse on the line so that their crimes would be payed for as long as the blood flowed."

My mouth hung open for a second. I was in shock, I always had thought it was something Abuela had done but instead it was something that had happened in the past. Fixing my self in the chair I mustered out a few words, "Wait so your telling me that all this shit is because of something someone did years ago." I caught my words and Mami's glare.

Abuela laughed it off, "Yeah all this shit is because of  people we don't even know. Their names lost to time." We sat and talked for hours while Abuela told story's and everything she knew. Like how her Abuelito he could cause an earth quake. And how at first she thanked god for not being give a curse until she realized that it wasn't a blessing at all rather she was like a human magnet except she seemed to have the same pole as everyone else.

Abuela placed a kiss on my forehead before walking back inside into the home. Back up to her room she went. A room that she would never leave. The way she spoke and placed her self we all knew it was finally happening. Abuela had been sick for weeks, years even, we just pushed it away acting as though it wasn't happening. She finally spoke her truth, told the story she had always wanted me to know. That this wasn't my fault nor her's. The next morning the Madrigals Casita fell and Abuela became bed ridden and barely clinging onto life.