Espiando A Mi Abuela Novels & Stories

My mother says, in a soft tone. I always thought she would be the kind of grandmother who would spoil her grandchildren and it seems that's happening. I approach cautiously and sit on one of the sofas in front of her. Abigail watches me, but doesn't say anything. Maybe she's curious about my appearance. Only then does my mother notice my presence. Her eyes show how happy she is to see her granddaughter home. Maybe she's happy with my presence too, but Abigail makes her happier. I don't remember seeing her with such a sparkle in her eyes.

Is he spying on me? My head hurts so bad. How bad was that drink? "Too bad that you don't know what's going on," my grandfather suddenly spoke. Here we go again! "Grandpa, I'm not in the mood." I massage my forehead. I feel like it is breaking apart. "He's waiting..." Huh? I looked at my grandpa who is now sleeping in his wheelchair. This old man was certainly a big... Who's waiting with whom? "Aliyah, someone is looking for you!"

Maybe I wasn’t breathing as well. I nod slowly, glancing at Alfie and Elle, who look at us with amusement on their faces. “What did my Abuela say?” I ask, almost whispering at him. “She wants to see us again,” He answers, shaking his head. “Aargh! Would this mean three hours of driving again, Leigh?” “Would you like me to drive for you?” Alfie offered. “I’ll give you a massage later.” Words that I didn’t mean to say out loud, causing Alfie and Elle to gasp. I bit my lower lip as I lowered my gaze.

I really should use my three questions to find out who the spy is once Tia Mel was under her trance. Once Amaya was gone, we got to work placing candles, herbs, and incense around Tia Mel in a circle in the back lawn of my home. We also divided up the questions amongst us by order of most important. Unfortunately, a potential spy in Gabe's pack was not as important as finding out what was in the box. So Mama would be asking that question after I had my turn.

Nothing prepared her for the reality of actually accepting the experience as reality. She was immediately transported to her abuela’s kitchen as if she zoned out while helping. She was slicing peppers and onions for her abuela’s arroz con pollo. Her quiet work didn’t last very long. Without looking away from her own cutting board, her abuela asked, “So, when will you talk out your feelings about Young’s materialization mija?” Asha stopped her chopping, stuck in her own surprise at the question. “How do you know about that abuela?”

To keep myself busy, I went down memory lane as I laid back in my chair and shut my eyes. "Abuela, mira. Una mariposa. Es hermoso (Grandma, look. A butterfly. It's beautiful.)" I spun around dancing while letting the breeze touch my face. "Igual que tú, mi hermosa chica (just like you my beautiful girl.)" "La Abuela viene. Vamos a bailar (Grandma come. Let's dance.)" I stopped going after the butterfly and I went to her to pull her up. "Yara." She got up and we started dancing. "Esto es divertido (this is fun.)"