Emilia's Secret Wish Emilia was swinging under the tree in the Autumn garden. Her beautiful long young hair was set up in a nice ponytail sealed with bows of pink and purple. As she dangled herself back and forth, she looked up to stare at the clear blue skies that were gently brushed by a soft white cloud here and there. Wondering! This was the very day. She wanted to be with her daddy, who was far far away where only birds could fly or only those big big heavy metal machines could arrive. She then swang slowly until she came to a full stop, dragging her feet in the dusty dirt beneath the swing looking down at her pearl white shiny "charol" shoes. A knot welled up in her throat as tears began to trickle down her seven-year-old cheeks. Then she remembered that her purse was hanging across her chest. She slit her small hand into it and took out her tiny little Minnie Mouse coin purse and began to count 25 cents, 50 cents, a dollar, $2, until
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Melilla and Her Magical Friend It was the crack of dawn. Melilla was sitting at the porch. She had a blank look starring into the horizon. It had been a long and dreary night. She sat on her rocking wooden peach swing, dangling her feet, mesmerized by the beauty of the morning, as she wiped her tears that fell like silent drops into the mug of her morning tea. The road had been too long. Her muscles ached and her heart churned. How long was this going to take place? she wondered. As she looked down and stared at the floor, swinging gently back and forth. Carrying the world on her shoulders. All of a sudden this tiny glimmer of light came flying towards her and sat on her right lap. It was very diamondly sparkly. As she got closer, she saw that this sparkly dangling light had tiny baby wings on it. Silent giggles arrived at her eardrums, laughter and joy secretly reached her heart from. It was a Fairy. Althought she always had wished for it, she had never
Missy and Her Special Secret Missy the tiny mouse was rubbing her tired eyes as she laid in bed staring at the ceiling. It was 1 a.m. and the neighbors upstairs were up again. They usually were up until 1 to 3 or 4 in the morning almost everyday... what they did not seem to notice was, how it was all affecting everyone's sleep and therefore everyone's life. She cuddled herself in her star glittered patterned pajamas, boasted a sigh, then pulled herself out of bed. What to do? Should she go upstairs and complain for the 'enth' time? Should she tell them once again after she had told them 20-30 times before and nothing had changed? She put on her warm gentle pink slippers and walked towards her youngsters. She went first to Marquis who was also rubbing his tinsy bitsy eyes, in his little wooden bed. Lily was covering her ears and Berkley the tiniest was boasting a long yawn: "When is this going to stop, Mommy?" She told them she
IZZY and Her Magic Potion Izzy, the porcupine, was busy all the time. What her family and other porcupine community members didn't know, was what she was building for herself behind the scenes. They all focused and talked about her behind her back, for it was likely that they did not want to face their own realities. It seemed to be easier to blame Izzy for all the miss doings and some of the wrong goings in their lives than perhaps taking a look at what was taking place in their own lives. Izzy, on the other hand, although it hurt her feelings greatly, decided to turn around and secretly, quietly, build her own little Empire. An Empire that would raise and elevate her soul in unimaginable ways, that in time, others all around the world would love to reach as well. Something else they did not know was that despite their criticism and talking of Izzy, in turn, when they discovered what she was doing, they would want to follow her footsteps, but not
Bitty the Bee Totem Meaning of Bees: Good luck, prosperity, good fortune, sweetness, kindness Spring has come in full bloom with all its beautiful colors, luscious trees and exquisite nature animals in all of its variety of shapes, forms, expressions and sizes. Among them there was Bitty, Bitty the Bee. She had been dancing from flower to flower, from purple ones, to red ones to yellow and fuchsia ones. Drinking its nectar pollinating and singing a song of joy. Loving every minute of it. When all of a sudden she flew into a trap. Oh no! What to do now? She had flown into a screen door, a screen window and could not find its way out. How to come out of it? She fought and flew and wrestled and struggled to go through the screen, only to find herself exhausted. When I noticed her 'kampf' I opened all the screen doors as much as possible in hopes that she would find her way out. When noticing that she had not succeeded I grabbed a gentle light stic
In the Mist of the Light It was one December night! Yes! very close to Christmas. Camilia was excited. She had gathered all her ideas and was hoping to invite her friends and family for a dinner. It was time for her to be the host, she thought. All the decorations were set up. The tree with gold and silver bows and shimmering lights, with a bright star on the top. The candles that lit the whole room invading it with a scent of warmth and harmony.She was going to get tamales and horchata, and some fun ginger cookies and tortillas, a festive latin american dinner. She had chosen some beautiful music and had spent a couple of nights reading Short Christmas stories to chose the right one to bring a heart warming mood into the evening. As she looked around her beautiful, elegant, yet small all prepped up home. She realized that the space was perhaps too small and that most likely not everyone would be happy there. Sadness clouded her heart. The excitement faded away. A
FRAU HERMIN A week ago I receive a message on Facebook from someone: "Did you go to the German School by any chance?" to which I responded a, "Yes! why?" "I have something for you. Do you have whatsapp?" "Yes, here is my number." I replied. What he shared with me pulled me right out of my socks. I The bell rang. It was time. It was time for that class. It was time for that class that I dreaded so much. I had arrived early that morning on the bus that crossed the bumpy road to the main gate, where all the school buses parked. My leather backpack was somewhat heavy, yet I loved it. It was given to me by my mother. We had bought it in a nice place at "el mercado de artesanias." It was a good partner in my first days of school, learning how to read and write and the gist of things in the world of education. The school had recently moved to that far away location, that stood proud in the lands of my countr