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Chapter Uno-
Mamá está enfermo
"IMELDA GOMEZ!"
The young maiden nearly dropped the plate she was washing as she heard her mother holler out her name from across the house. She gently laid the newly cleaned plate on top of the stack of other clean plates before untying her apron and hanging it up on the apron hook in her kitchen. She quickly trotted up the stairs and into her mother's room where her mother lied sick in bed. A cluttered tray sat next to her on her bed with a bowl of half eaten oatmeal and a tortilla de patatas with only a few bites taken out of it.
"You called me, Mamá?" Imelda asked, standing in the doorway of her mother's room. Imelda's mother gave her a look and wiggled her finger for her to come closer towards her. Imelda obeyed immediately, knowing better not to wait a few seconds, because even stalling for that short period of time ticked her mother off.
"Buenos tardes," Imelda spoke as she walked closer to her mother's bed. "¿Como te sientes hoy?"
"Not much better, I'm afraid," her mother responded, her voice grim and hoarse. Imelda stepped forwards and placed her hand on her mother's forehead to feel her temperature. She was warm. Possibly even warmer than yesterday.
"Ay, mamá. Tienes muy calor. This is not good."
"Oh, I feel fine, I feel fine!" Her mother snapped, smacking Imelda's hand away. "Now, I asked you up here to do me a favor."
"Sì Mamá."
"Primero, I want you to make me some lunch. Make me some..."
"But Mamá, you still have your tortilla-"
"¡Silencioso!" Her mother cut in. Imelda bit back her tongue and then chewed on her lip. She knew better than to interrupt her mother, especially when she was sick.
"That tortilla de patatas is old and stale from this morning. If I'm sick, then I should have something fresh to eat, entiendes?"
"Sì Mamá," Imelda spoke as she nodded her head vigorously.
"Well, don't just stand there like a fool, mija. Go and make me something that will help me feel better. And don't forget to make lunch for your brothers tambien. They've been working in the fields all day. They must be starving."
"Sì Mamá. Is that all?"
"Yes, Imelda. Ahora, vas."
Imelda picked up the tray on her mother's bed before leaving the room and returning to the kitchen.
"Ay, ay, ay," Imelda complained. "Why must the place of una chica be in la cocina?"
Imelda grabbed out a loaf of bread and began to cut it into slices while she mumbled to herself.
"I want to do much more with my life instead of spending it in a kitchen and raising kids in a house while my future husband will be out working all day and later spend his night drinking in a bar."
Imelda snatched the tomatoes from the window sill aggressively and cut those into slices.
"I want so much more than this simple, boring life." One tomato, done and cut into many slices. "Mamá raised me up to be a strong, independent woman. And I want to take that with me somewhere outside of the kitchen."
Imelda laid the tomato slices on the pieces of bread. She only prayed that the twins wouldn't mind having some chicken and tomato sandwiches 3 days in a row. It was just a simple, quick lunch she threw together every once in a while, and with her mamá sick, she didn't have time to cook them a whole feasty lunch.
When Imelda was finished making their lunch, she brought it out to them in the fields. They were working hard together, harvesting the vegetables. Imelda whistles to catch their attention. The twins, Felipe and Oscar, turned around and their faces lit up as they saw plates of food coming their way.
Imelda handed the hungry boys their food. They nearly snatched the plates out of her hands. She planted her hands on her hips and looked down at them.
"¡Gracias!" they managed to say before each taking a bite out of their sandwich.
"¡Muchachos!" Imelda scolded. They both looked up at their sister from where they were sitting on the ground. "You forgot to pray."
The boys quickly made the sign of the cross and said a quick prayer to God before digging into their sandwiches once again. Imelda snorted and shook her head.
"You boys are cerdos," Imelda grumbled. "Hasn't Mamá taught you how to eat properly?"
"Ay, leave us alone Imelda," Oscar responded. "Tenemos muy hambre, so will will eat however we want to. Even if we look like pigs."
Imelda rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Just put your plates back inside once you're done."
"Yes ma'am," Felipe responded. Imelda whirled around on her heel and headed back towards the casa. Once she was Inside, she made a small batch of tacos for her mother and brought them back up on the tray along with a fresh cup of water.
"Gracias, mija," her mother said as Imelda handed her the tray that held her lunch. "This looks muy delicioso."
"Sì Mamá. But eat all of your food this time, Por favor."
Her mamá gave Imelda a warning glare, but she didn't speak a word. She took a bite out of her taco as Imelda took a couple of steps back.
"Well, if you don't need me anymore, I'll just go and head back downstairs." Imelda slowly stepped away, but her mother gave her that one look that always told her there was still more left for her to do.
"Stop right where you are, señorita."
Imelda immediately halted and turned around to look at her mother.
"I need you to go to the market today. I wrote down a list of things while you were preparing my lunch. The list is on my nightstand."
Imelda shifted a couple of steps forwards and picked up the small piece of paper. She glanced at the list and nodded.
"Is this all that you need?" she wondered.
Her mother nodded.
"Then I guess that I'll be going," she sighed. Imelda turned around to leave the room yet again, but her mother's voice stopped her.
"Imelda, querido. If you, perhaps by chance, come across a nice, young gentleman..."
"No Mamá." Imelda turned around to face her mother and slashed her hand across her body in a "no way" motion. "I want nothing to do with men. I'm not interested in a man right now. Not any man. Even if he's the only exception."
And with those final words, Imelda left the room, closing the door behind her.
A/N: PLEASE READ—So I have awesome and big plans for this story. I PROMISE you that this won't be a basic HéctorxImelda love story, even if it seems like that at first. This story will be FILLED with emotion that you as a reader will feel. So PLEASE stick around and PLEASE review. And also, PLEASE tell other people about my story. I'm working really hard on this story so people will read it :)
This was a pretty short chapter, but I'm sure you're getting where the direction of this story might be heading.
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