Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 02:26:38 No.69049214 Report

>>69049190
Maria spending time with Abuela Samantha.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 02:52:53 No.69049868 Report

>>69049214

>currently sitting in the back of dads shitbox of a car
>he still insists on calling it the “nas-car”
>I can feel the engine nearly fall apart while trying to keep highway speeds
>currently driving to la-casa-de-mi-abuela Samantha
> Last time we visited it was very nice, abuela made cookies and a massive dinner
>she lives so far away though… I wish we didn’t live halfway across Volcaderia buffs, the drive is nearly 2 hours on the highway and the “”nas-car”” doesn’t have any air conditioning
> staring out the window with half the tint peeling off, I watch the sunset on the ocean horizon
>Cars passing by us on the open highway as the orange hue turns the inside of the car a bright orange
>Looking back front my dad is having a great time driving us while Mom just gets comfortable in her seat
>since this ride is gonna take a bit, I take out my
>Crucifix?
>”Ugh… mom…” I quietly mutter under my voice
>I stash it away and actually take out my phone
>pairing my bluetooth headphones
>Immediately toning into my playlist as my head rolls back to the outside of the car.
>my mind melting into the sunset alongside the music as we drive to Abuela’s home

>Hours later
>we arrive at her house just as the sun finally disappears from the horizon and the weather cools down heavily
>damm, I wish I listened to mom and brought a sweater…
>stepping inside it smells like beef stroganoff and an entire produce section of a grocery store. Abuela made an entire feast!
>I didn’t notice the other cars parked around the house as we parked in the driveway but my cousins are here as well, Greene and Amber.
>They are nowhere to be seen but two others are here….. esa pestilente plaga de una niña and the brown nosing bookworm Melissa
>I suppose that Greene brought his girlfriend along and Cynthia seems to show up whenever we all congregate so no surprises that they are around.
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Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 03:13:56 No.69050340 Report

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>>69049868
> When I fully walk into the house mi abuelos greet me and tell me to help myself. I suppose it will be more of a social gathering than a proper sit down and eat meal
>My parents brush pass alongside some other guests as they enter inside
>guess I’ll just hang around for a little
>I whip out my phone and dive in to look at some videos
>Then immediately my nose is assaulted with the strong stench of perfume
>I sigh and look up
>Seeing the green Stego that has just strolled up to me
>I grit my teeth but still muster up the courage to say “Hola.”
>”Hello to you as well, taco.”
>I sigh deeply
> “Why are you even here, Cynthia? You aren’t even related to anyone in the Mous family or hell the Aarons at all!”
>”I go where I want, for your information. Besides, my mom was invited here by auntie Lucy and so she brought me along. Something important I assume? Anyway I’m going to go get food and devour it, I have not eaten all day and Ambers grandma’s cooking is peak shit”
>The little shit quickly runs off and grabs as much stir fry as she possibly can before running outside and seeming to inhale the entire fucking plate before anyone can aknowledge her existence.Or she can realize the stir fry has meat in it.
>You know I’m hungry too but after watching Cynthia do….
>That
>I think I’ve mostly lost my appetite
>So I continue standing around while everyone else socializes
>Once in a while maybe Greene, Amber and some of my other friends would approach me and make some small talk before heading back to talk with others
>But soon enough…
>”Alright everyone! Let's gather around the dinner table and eat.” Amber and Greene’s Mom calls for everyone, and people start making their way there
>I end up following the crowd to the dinner table
>Where Abuela sits in the middle alongside the towering Abuelo beside her
>as much as I want to sit with my friends
>Mom and Dad have forced me to sit between them
>Much to my dismay….
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Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 03:32:40 No.69050799 Report

Quoted By: >>69050840 >>69050907 >>69051237

>>69050340
>Still at least my appetite is slowly recovering as I eye up the plate that sits before me
>Beef strokin off and pork stir fry with a side of steamed vegetables and a miso soup on the side (as I eye it, I notice aunt stella giggling with glee)
>sweet raptor jesus I love being an omnivore
>as I begin to dig with everyone else the table begins to fill with casual conversation about a bunch of different topics ranging from work to sports crap.
>after a while abuela devolves into a coughing fit that silences everyone. All eyes are on her as she coughs non stop, eventually having to get escorted out of the house by abuela so that she can compose herself
>afterwards the house is deathly silent as everyone worries for her
>except Cynthia who we can all faintly hear is still gorging herself on the stir fry in the backyard.
> we eye each other as we wait with bated breaths for their return. She seemed a little bit tired but that must’ve just been from preparing all the food by herself, right?
>not too long passes before the two return in the house, abuela helping her into her seat and pushing her in before returning to his.
>”I’m fine everyone, don't worry about me just enjoy the delightful food I’ve prepared for you all”
>she struggles to keep her fake smile on her face, she’s obviously hurting but she's trying to not show it.
>Dad and his sister look saddened but put up a poker face in response.
>And they continue eating like everybody else
>I follow the lead in dig in again too
>But something feels off with Abuela…
>and especially Dad and Tia
>Its like they are hiding something
>Something about Abuela but…
>...
>Oh man
>I don’t wanna think about that.
>I’ll just keep eating
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Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 03:52:25 No.69051237 Report

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>>69050799
>The night drags on for a bit longer
>As everyone eats, talks, and chills around the house
>it's almost midnight so my family is getting ready to return home
>including me who is chatting up a storm with my favorite Milslurp larper
>”Listen M81 was the best camo that the U.S. Ever had it okay?” I smile
>”No, I think CasPad was better.”
>”Oh my god you’re fucking killing me, Caspad is an experimental camo used by the Casicadia National Guard.”
>”Still it's the best Camo.” Greene Huffs in frustration as I grin at him
>God I love taking the shit out of him sometimes
>”Maria!” Mom claps her hands to get my attention
>And turning around Dad and her are already at the door
>”C’mon mi hija, let’s go.” I nod and start walking over before someone grabs my hand
>Its Abuelo
>”Thought you would want this before you went on your merry way.” she places something into my palms and examining it
>It's a necklace santa muerta?
>”Thank you, I guess.” oh god does she know?
>I want to say something but looking back to my mother
>She wants to hit the road asap
>”Alright thank you everyone, have a good night!” I blurt out before rushing out the door
>Onto the quiet street
>The voices echo from inside quietly
>As the moon looms over head’
>”Let’s head home” Dad says as he runs across the front yard and over to our car
>I follow him and enter inside
>leaving Mom to just walk along the path slowly
>”please don’t take a million years…” I quietly mutter
>Thankly she doesn’t and after picking up the pace climbs into the passenger seat.
>Dad then starts the car and press the gas
>Driving into the dark night back home
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Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 04:10:36 No.69051632 Report

Quoted By: >>69051769

>>69051237
>The drive home felt a lot longer than the drive there.
>Maybe It was because I wasn’t quite tired yet. Maybe it was from the tension that could be felt between mom and dad.
>They’re hiding something, they discussed something, I can tell but what they’re hiding I can't tell.
>I stare back out the window, watching the opposite side of the freeway, looking far into the city lights, the city that seemed to be so full of life even this late at night.
>I lose focus eventually, staring out the window thinking of anything that comes to mind and before long we’re home.
…….
>The next few days are a blur as everything returns to normal. School, fútbol, homework.
>Early thursday night I hear sounds from the kitchen downstairs and decide the investigate, better than doing trigganomics homework
> I slowly tiptoe downstairs, peeking around the banister and notice mi papa hunched over his phone with mi madre doing a silent prayer to the virgin of guadalupe statue over the microwave
>Quickly running the rest of the way down and into the kitchen I asked them what happened, failing to hide the worry in my voice
>They both look at me with almost scary concern in their faces as they ask me to sit down
> my mother is the first to speak up “Your abuela she, she has the, chest sickness”
> “Lung cancer” papi speaks up through his tears
>My heart drops to my stomach as my mind goes blank. I can't think of anything else besides the events of the dinner a few days ago. She seemed so healthy….. There’s, there’s no way she, what?
>Tears start to form in my eyes before I can comprehend them. The world seems to spin all around me as I slump over and begin to weep on the plastic table covering.
>There’s no words to express how I feel at this moment besides dizzy and empty, I would vomit If I could. My face is burning red as the tears flood to the floor and I struggle to breath.
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Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 04:16:48 No.69051769 Report

Quoted By: >>69051841 >>69052156

>>69051632
>There’s no possible way she could have lung cancer, she was the TV perfect image of a woman, the shining example of a housewife that mom would want me to be one day, how in the world could she have gotten lung cancer?
>”the doctors seem to think It was from second hand smoke inhalation” my papi chimes in while i'm weeping, rubbing my back to try to comfort me
> “abuela samantha never smoked though and neither did abuelo”
> “yes but….. Your Tia did. She smoked a lot when we were around your age”
>I can’t believe this….
>”She caused this?!”
>”Now Mi Hija, ca-”
>”I can’t fucking believe her, I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE HER!” I scream my vision becoming blurry
>both of my parents wrapping themselves around me
>Repeating the words “I can’t fucking believe her….”
>We stay like this for a couple of minutes
>Before I eventually cool down
>Mama backs away and says “C’mon… let's go see Abuela, one last time.”
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Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 04:37:43 No.69052156 Report

Quoted By: >>69052307

>>69051769
>The drive felt like eternity
>the drone of the car
>the drone of my thoughts.
>the feeling that this will be the last time I can see her ever again
>I’m too drained to cry again. I have no more tears left in me. I simply let my head rest against the window as we drive in silence.No one talks as we all speed down the highway going far above the speed limit but mom permits it this time.
>The drive in practicality was longer than it would’ve been, Grandma got rushed to a hospital further out of Volcideria buffs due to mi abuelos being on a trip at the time.
>”saint Malcolms hospital” I read from the giant glowing sign as we pull into the hospital’s visitor parking lot, Both mom and dad quickly rush out of the car and into the hospital once we safely park but I can't help but numbly hobble behind them, still feeling entirely drained by the news.
>Getting inside we go to the front desk and figure out where she’s staying but it all goes over my head.
>The numbness subsides and rage starts to take over my mind as I think about Tia lucy and how she caused this.
>My favorite Tia, Abuela's own daughter, is the reason she’s taken from us so soon. The anger begins to build up in me the more I think about it.
>We rush to the room and enter it to see a fragile looking human Dr, as he turns around and hobbles past us I read his name tag says “House” on it
>”Watch out for this one kiddo, she’s prone to BITE” thrusting his cane at the woman in a signature orange turtleneck
>I see red and have no control over my body as I lunge toward her
>”PUTA, ¿CÓMO PUDISTE HABERLE HECHO ESTO A TU PROPIA MADRE? ¿CÓMO PUDISTE HABER CAUSADO QUE TU MADRE MURIERA TAN PRONTO QUE NO MERECES ESTAR AQUÍ A SU LADO PERRA, DEBERÍAS PUDRIRTE EN EL INFIERNO POR LO QUE HAS HECHO?”
>I hear my mom gasp and footsteps quickly start coming from behind me.
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Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 04:46:01 No.69052307 Report

Quoted By: >>69052473

>>69052156
>My arm being yanked and my body being thrown out of the room
>”What the fuck was that Maria!?” Dad pushes me against the hallway wall with his forearm
>”RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY MOTHER, YOUR OWN GRANDMA, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” He presses his forearm against my chest, pushing more and more until It gets a bit hard for me to breath
>Fuck I…
>”I-I’m sorry…” he doesn’t budge
>But eventually lets me go and fall onto the floor
>”You better be… I get we’re starting the grieving process but you will NOT! Do that… I will shut that shit down. You got it?” I nod as I regain my breath
>”Good now go apologize to her.” he extends an arm out to me and I take it
>Think that was the first time I was manhandled by my father…
>Damn
>I am shoved back into my room and immediately step up to my Aunt
>”Um…. I…. I’m sorry.” my feet are starting to become more appealing than the apology at hand
>”It's okay…I get it…” I look up to her with tears in her eyes
>And I see something..
>Actual Guilt.
>we look at each other for sometime before she brushes pass me
>My eyes follow here and immediately lurk on Greene and Amber who glare daggers at me before following her
>The only other person that gives me something other than a glare apart from Lucy is her husband
>Who gives me a sympathetic look before leaving
>Now it's just me and my family
>And Abuela who weakly breaths through the oxygen mask
>Her emotion through it looks tired, sad, its enough to break my heart and probably everyone else’s
>and because of my outburst I’ve probably ruined her last days on this planet…
>I huff and step up to the side of her bed
>cressing her hand
>Dad comes in alongside me “Sorry about earlier… how you holding up mom”
>Surprisingly she smiles and holds up a thumbs up
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Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 04:57:09 No.69052473 Report

Quoted By: >>69052518 >>69052600

>>69052307
>although her movements are weak
>she still attempts to reassure us…
>Even if this is the end.
>Well…
>End of the line for her.
>Tears start forming again… and quickly wipe away the tears with my hands
>Abuela Samantha looks at me and extends a hand towards my face
>Guiding my head closer to her
>She slightly pulls down the mask with her other hand and mutters
>”I-I love you and your father so much a-and everyone else” She weakly says
>”I love you too…. I’m sorry for my-”
>”It’s okay my dear… I get it… no reason to be sorry for…” she cuts me off
>We look at each other for sometime before i remember something
>the crucifix in my pocket…
>”Abuela, I wanna give you something.” I pull out the crucifix from my pocket and lay it upon her chest
>She smiles “Thank you, Maria, you were always were so considerate” she grips the cross
>I turn around, and my mother nods at my kind action
>But then gestures with her hand to come over
>In which I do
>Leaving my father to spend some time with Abuela alone
>Exiting outside
>Lucy, Anon, Greene, And Amber sit quietly outside
>They look at the both of us but don’t say anything.
>me and mama stand next to the door quietly waiting for Naser to come out

Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 05:04:41 No.69052600 Report

Quoted By: >>69052614

>>69052473
>Eventually he comes out and says “Let's go home” his tone is somber and we start following him down the hallway
>as we do we pass Abuelo…
>My dad wanted to talk with him but mom just wanted to go home
>So we exit the hospital
>My parents enter the car but I stop and look back to the hospital
>Scanning the many windows
>Looking for her room
>”Maria, come!” My mother urges but I keep looking
>Eh… I’ll never find it….
>I slump into the backseat and click my seatbelt
>my head peering towards the hospital as we peer away from it
>It starting to disappear behind us
>My mind thinks back to the dinner party
>Where everyone was happy
>And nothing was wrong with the world
>but now…
>Ugh…. This day sucks…
>And I made it even worse
>But at least…
>I hope I gave some comfort to her….
>I hope…
Fin.