Magical Stories/Historias Mágicas

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