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  • Ever since I can remember, mom was a sun worshipper. At the club where we'd go when we were little, she would be flat on her back, on a towel, next to her friend Ruth, whiling away the hours, while our dads played around the pool, made us do calisthenics and chased after us.

    If there was one small tiny square of sunshine, mom would find it. In her last apartment, she has a tiny balcony, but she always had the beach chair set up, to catch some rays.

    Yesterday, I visited with her and she had a cold, a slight infection and some other ailment. We walked around the small garden in the late afternoon when she saw a very very small spot where Mr. Sun was still shining.

    Her face says it all.

    The nice part is that after all these years, the sun has invaded her heart, and I took some away with me when I left.

    Adorando al Sol

    Desde que me acuerdo, mi mama amaba al sol. En el club donde nos llevaba de chiquitos, siempre estaba acostada sobre una toalla, al lado de su amiga Ruth, tomando sol por horas mientras los papas jugaban con nosotros en la pileta, hacian ejercicios y nos perseguian.

    Si existia un pequenio cuadrado de sol en algun lado, mami lo encontraba. En su ultimo departamento, tenia un balcon diminuto, pero siempre incluia su reposera para tomar el sol.

    Ayer la visite, y estaba un poco resfriada, tenia una pequenia infeccion, y no se sentia bien. Caminamos alrededor del pequenio jardin y ya era de tarde. Mami vio un lugarcito muy chiquito todavia inundado de sol.

    Su cara lo dice todo.

    Lo mas lindo es que despues de tantos anios, el sol ha invadido su corazon, y me lleve un pedacito cuando la deje.
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