Leave, Leave.

Posted: October 26, 2010 in Story

by: Andrea, 12 years old.

There was a very hardworking lady who was always knitting to sell the embroideries in the flea market. Her children were very, very naughty. Every time they made a prank, she would say: leave them, leave them.

Once when her son got married, she told her comadre: leave him; he’s not coming back. He already did it, and there’s nothing we can do.

Then, she had two chickens that she loved a lot. She took care of them for a long time. They were the most loved animals, but then they died.  And she told her sons: What will become of me without my chickens, who am I going to feed? Okay, I think I’m giving the food to those who have chickens. I need to forget about this, she told her children. They are not coming back; they are dead. And she cried and cried for her chickens.

Her comadre told to other women: Let’s give her some chickens so she can smile again. They went to buy five chickens, and then the poor lady who suffered so much smiled again.

At last, the lady was ill and close to death, and her comadre told her that she would take her to the hospital. And she said: No, leave me. I will not return.


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