Espiando A Mi Abuela Novels & Stories

"Yes. How do you know?" Ivy's smile widened. "I visited the city a few years back with my parents for the summer. I visited your Abuela often in her little shop. She had so many pictures of the two of you in her shop. She adores you." Much to my amusement, Mateo, the man I'd never seen get embarrassed, actually blushed like a little girl, the tips of his ears turning red as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, she does. I love her a lot, too."

she said softly. “Don’t ah.” “I haven’t said anything.” “You said ah with an investigative face.” “I’m being a supportive little sister.” “You look like a true crime podcast.” Aiden swallowed his bite, then said to the iPad, “Tía Saba podcast?” Saba immediately turned to him. “I could. First episode: who stole the TV remote and put it in the fridge?” Aiden proudly pointed at himself. “Me.” “Icon behavior.” “Saba,” Mama and I said at the same time.

“This is how I expected it to go. This is how we lay low for a while. I disappear. You make people trust you again. Then we strike.” Mia's voice trembles. “I don’t know, Abuelo. I’m not ready.” “You are,” he says firmly. “And you’ll prove it. Feed me the information I need. Keep an eye on Gabriel and his siblings. They’ll underestimate you, as they always have. Use that to your advantage.” “Okay,” she whispers. “I’ll do it.” But I know Mia well enough to know when she says anything in that tone, she doesn’t mean it. We were best friends. I know I wasn’t wrong about that.

she said looking around to see what she can start up with " But did you have to tell your daddy I was here Sofia?" Immediately Sofia stopped and looked at Gabriella in amaze, " When has it become a crime for daddy to know your here mummy?" " You won't understand Sofia, I was eavesdropping on that conversation going on there" " Eavesdrop? who's that lady by the way?" she said and was still looking around her but noticed Gabriella haven't done a thing and it's almost time for breakfast, " Mummy?" she looked at Gabriella like what is really going on

My Abuela isn’t the best at bedtime stories, but she can’t afford to to see me lonely or sad after my Mother’s sudden death. My Abuela stayed up all night feeding me, trying to fill in the void which was left in me, trying to connect back to me in any way she could, she came up with so many unreal and ridiculous stories. where did she even get those from. I chuckled to myself as I went back memory lane, My favorite is as that of the shooting stars, I love it cuz of how real it is, I recalled seeing one with my Dad, as night sky gazing became a habit.

he said as he handed me a can. I took the can from his hand and opened it with a pop sound before pouring it on the small plant nearby. "I would never try to kill you," Wahid said as I stared at the plant that was as it was before. "Can't trust a spy now, can I?" I said taking a sip of my beer. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked. "You are always in a hurry, enjoy the moment, enjoy this silence, I will tell you the news that'll make your day," Wahid smirked glancing my way.

That's ridiculous and gross. "I think so, I met a guy the other day at the university, he was hiding behind a trash can," I said and abuela choked on her drink, yes abuela is drinking coffee. "What kind of an agent is that? That's ridiculous and gross," Abuela said with disgust laced in her voice. "He's agent 24 Rain, be careful when you came across him again. He's the one who's assigned to spy on you and God knows what they'll do to you, so watch your back and don't let your guard down," Roberto said as he looks at me in the eyes.

I told my mamma. “Do so, she will not rest till she has set her eyes on the gentleman, so let us not keep her waiting.” My mamma said, rolling her eyes as she set out more food to go round. We knew how persistent and utterly annoying my abuela could be I walked to my papa’s den and put a hand out to knock but something devilish sprang up in me, it was like my satan angel was perched on my shoulders because I suddenly had the urge to eavesdrop on their conversation and so I pressed my ears to the door hoping to catch their conversation.

Joseph’s expression did not change much, but something in his eyes softened slightly. “You are thinner,” the old woman said in Spanish. “Estoy bien,” Joseph replied. Abuela did not argue. Instead, she pulled him into a brief embrace. Rachel stood slightly behind them, unsure of where she was meant to be. She adjusted her grip on her clutch bag and took a small step back to give them space. When Abuela released Joseph, her attention shifted to Rachel. Rachel straightened immediately. The older woman studied her quietly for a few seconds. It was not uncomfortable, but it was direct.

Holding my face gently by my forehead he started examining it, “Hmm. It’s getting better I guess.” He was serious but I could detect that naughty twinkle in his green eyes. He took his place opposite me beside Papa. While having my meal, I could feel his occasional glances. We did have eye contact once or twice. “I hope you are not having any panic attacks, sweetie,” Aunt Abigail asked me in a low whisper. She was a sweetheart who could never stop herself from being caring and loving towards anyone. “I don’t think so, Aunt Abi,” I said.