Miro la luna cada noche y me pregunto si puedes ver mi reflejo.
From infancy I would begin to look at the moon, admiring its crevasses and the way it lit up the empty streets. My mother would tell me stories of the women who looked into the moon's eyes and whispered sweet nothings to their loved ones, "Un día te enamorarás y la luna te bendecirá con la felicidad eterna," so I waited. As I continued to age my ideology of love shifted when the only love I knew to be true had broken my mother's heart. She wept as the letters that once held so much significance were burned by the only candle lit in the room. I began to fear that the love I had not found would tear me apart and leave me to daydream of the delicate times.
The days began to fade as my mother who once enjoyed life began to feel her soul blacken from the endless suffering. With my mother's constant pleads to God to restore her life, I had to be the one with a job to keep my sister afloat amidst my mother's heartbreak. My nights consisted of endless hours of caring for those who were too old and fragile to be on their own, amongst those were Clara. Clara was an older woman reaching her late 80s with soft brown eyes and curly gray hair that was always tangled at the ends. She would tell me stories of her teenage love in Mexico named Santiago whom she never got to see again after she left for America, "En la noche sueño con él Rosa. Recuerdo los besos que me dio cuando su madre desvió la mirada." I couldn't help but feel sad for the love that never got the chance to blossom and probably never will. I looked at Clara as I helped her get seated on the bed, "mi madre dijo una vez que si le cuentas a la luna sobre tu amor, ella encontrará la manera de unirte," Clara couldn't help but laugh at my naiveness.
My nights always ended with the shuffle of the bus rushing to the dimly lit stop, I hurried in time to make the last rounds for ride 215. I took my seat at the end of the aisle to avoid being bothered by those who wandered in. Wanting nothing more to fall asleep while the bus rocked my body back and forth, I knew better not to. The moon reflected off of the windows of the bus and I began to think of what my mother once said to me about the moon. I mentally was drained from the long hours of work but still couldn't help but laugh at the silliness of the moon folk tale. With a long puff I look outside the window up to the moon and closed my eyes, "Sé que es mucho pedir, pero por favor ayudame a encontrar a alguien que me ame. Dile que estaré aquí esperando." The night remained at peace with the world and kept its stars shining for the troubled souls.
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hi friends!! this is my first time writing something that isn't factually based and it's a good feeling i suppose lol
Rosa: Main Character
Based on: Folk tale told by a family member that if you talk to the moon the moon will help you find your significant other,
that's why a lot of people who are in long distance relationship always mention the moon because despite being far apart the moon keeps them connected.
most of the conversations will be in Spanish until rosa actually meets her significant other (idk who yet sksksk) <3
