COCO'S

04

Cloe Marín

"...And I left." I finish.

My grandma looks at me like I just told her that my cats have just died. She has her jaw dropped to the floor, eyes widened in horror, and she also looks like she is about to commit a murder. I don't know if on me or on that dude I met days ago.

"Dios mío, esta niña me va a matar de un infarto." Nana mutters to herself, her palm on the place of her heart.

I chuckle, "What happened to only talking in English because it's the language you speak the worst?"

"I know, and it's just because I only talk in English with you. If I would still be living in the US, I'll be speaking it perfectly- Don't change the subject, Cloe!" She shushes at me, "I raised you better than this!"

She's right. She's always right.

My Nana is my favorite person in the world, she is everything for me. I wouldn't be right here without her, she saved me. She's my soul savior.

Nana has raised me more and better than my parents ever did. It sounds weird but Nana isn't religiously strict, which my parents are. Well, were, I guess. I don't talk to them, and I don't think I will ever do, Nana thinks the same. She has stopped talking to our family because of me, even though she says she did what has to be done, and that it's not my fault. But that's a story for another time.

Nana is sixty-one years old, but she looks like she is fifty-five at the most. Her grey hair is the only thing that will make you think that she's older, she has perfect pale skin, her body is still in shape and she says she can do anything she wants, which is true. She doesn't even dress like a grandma, she is asking for fashion advice from everyone all the time. Me, my friends, her boyfriend, or even my ex when I used to date him.

She is also trilingual, like me. We can speak Spanish, English, and Italian, and also a bit of dutch. We usually talk in Spanish, it being our mother language but she has told me that her English needs to be perfect, so we're talking in that language as long as we can. Well, whenever her boyfriend is around, we talk in Italian since he's Italian.

You're probably wondering why we both know those languages. Well, Nana was born in Málaga, in Spain, but she actually moved to Barcelona and met an American boy, my grandfather who I didn't get to meet because he died when I was a baby. Nana was completely crushed by his death, so my parents moved in with her to help her, that's why I have such a big relationship with her because she was always with me.

Nana is my father's mother, so my father speaks both English, from his father; and Spanish, from his mother. And the same goes for me, my mother language is Spanish because that's the language I learned in school but I have been speaking English since little and now, it's the one that I feel more comfortable speaking.

For different circumstances, Nana and I moved here when I was nineteen, so we have been living here for almost five years. That led us to learn Italian as well.

"Cloe! ¿Me estás escuchando?" Nana snaps me out of my thoughts with her perfect Spanish.

I nod my head, "Sí, sí, perdón- Nana, talk in English!"

She groans, "Okay! I said that I raised you better than hooking up with an asshole! I get that you're young and you want to have a one-night-stand or whatever you called it. But not with an...an... ¡idiota! I don't know how to say it in English." She ended up saying.

"It's the same, it's idiot." I explain, watching her nod her head before drinking from her iced coffee. It's getting hot in here already, even though June is basically starting. "And I know, it was just a huge mistake because I was half drunk."