Memories of a complicated life

Untitled Part 2

The death of my grandmother                                                                           02/28/2006

It was a day like any other, my mother Marie told me. Each of them did their morning routine, but no one knew, that day, a loved one by all friends, family and acquaintances was going to die. My mother told me that my grandmother had asthma, a disease that occasionally you feel you are drowning. My mother left me in the nursery like any other boy or girl my age, 1 year. My mother went to the hairdresser since my brothers Robin and Adam were in high school. The water began to fall through my mother's hair because of the hairdresser who washed her hair, sat on a chair and the hairdresser began to cut her hair. When suddenly, Marie received a call. It was his father ...

Father: Marie, daughter, your mother is drowning, I called an ambulance and called your brothers, come quickly please

My mother hung up the phone.

Marie: Emerald, I have to go, my mother is drowning

Esmeralda, was my mother's trusted hairdresser, the typical ones who always talk about their things less than roots and ends. The two talked about both roots for was and roots inside.

Emerald: Go Quiet

Marie went to her parents 'house, it was a fourth floor and the door was number 15. She arrived and the door was open, entered her parents' room and saw her mother sitting on the bed.

Marie: Mama ...

His mother made a gesture saying he could not breathe. The ambulance was a SAMU call. The ambulance took his mother to the hospital. When they all arrived their mother named Angela, was already gone. It was a sad day and at the same time surprise and unexpected.

When night came Marie was making dinner for her three children, when she noticed how someone was pulling on the trouser of her pants, that innocent creature was Samantha. She was used to having her grandmother come to dinner every day.

Samantha: And yaya?

Marie: The yaya is no longer darling, come

Samantha stretched her arms and Marie took her in her arms, went down the hall and passed through the dining room, opened the huge balcony door that faced the street.

Marie: Look at Samantha - he pointed at the sky - do you see all those stars?

Samantha: Yes, "she said, watching the sky closely.

Marie: Now the yaya is up there, watching us and taking care of us

Samantha: Yes

Samantha smiled sweetly. Deep down she knew that she would never see her grandmother physically again.