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There I was, 14 years old, relentlessly trying to blow dry my unruly hair amid the most dramatic tropical climate I’d ever experienced. My grandmother and I were attending a party that night, and I desperately wanted my hair to be straight. One minute the sun was glaring and the next? Torrential downpour, accompanied by thunder and lighting. Mother nature did what she wanted when she wanted. Halfway through my mission, I heard my grandmother calling for me.

She called me multiple times with eagerness. I stuck my head out of the bathroom into the hallway with my hair a frizzy mess. My eyes met hers at that moment. I can still remember her smile, and her eyes filled with excitement. She practically dragged me outside that day, in the pouring rain. My hands struggled to keep the minimal cover I had to shield my hair.

The pipes from the roof of the house were expelling heavy rain. I was confused at first. Why am I outside in the rain? I thought to myself. It wasn’t long until I got my answer. My grandmother stood underneath the pipe, letting the rain soak her hair and her clothes. All I could think was no no no! Before I could protest, my grandmother placed me under the downspout. Thoughts quickly ran through my head as the heavy rain splashed on the top of my head. My hair! I will look crazy after this, for sure. I spent an hour on this!

After taking a breather, I had the chance to look at my grandmother with her sister. She was laughing and practically dancing in the rain with childlike energy. Her happiness made me smile and filled me with an unspeakable joy. My hair didn’t matter at the moment. Nothing did. All that mattered was what was happening right then and there and rather fight it, I joined in.

Looking back on this memory, I could tell she was waiting for this exact moment. I can still remember that day like it happened yesterday. I can still hear the hard rain smacking the concrete, the smell of the tropical storm, and how happy grandma was spending time with her grandchild. She relived her most joyous moments growing up in Puerto Rico and had the chance to share that with me. That memory is one I will always carry with me.

En español

Tenía 14 años y implacablemente tratando de secar mi pelo rebelde en medio del clima tropical más dramático que jamás haya experimentado. Mi abuela y yo estábamos asistiendo a una fiesta esa noche, y quería desesperadamente que mi cabello fuera liso. Un minuto el sol estaba deslumbrante y al siguiente aguacero torrencial, acompañado de truenos e iluminación. La madre naturaleza hizo lo que quería cuando quería. A mitad de mi misión, escuché a mi abuela llamarme.

Me llamó varias veces con entusiasmo. Metí la cabeza fuera del baño en el pasillo con mi cabello un desorden encrespado. Mis ojos se encontraron con los suyos en ese momento. Todavía puedo recordar su sonrisa, y sus ojos llenos de emoción. Prácticamente me arrastró fuera ese día, bajo la lluvia. Mis manos lucharon para mantener la mínima cobertura que tenía para proteger mi cabello.

Las tuberías del techo de la casa expulsaban fuertes lluvias. Al principio estaba confundido. ¿Por qué estoy afuera bajo la lluvia? No pasó mucho tiempo hasta que obtuve mi respuesta. Mi abuela estaba debajo de la tubería, dejando que la lluvia empape su cabello y su ropa. Todo lo que podía pensar era, no no no. Antes de que pudiera protestar, mi abuela me puso bajo la caída. Los pensamientos corrieron rápidamente a través de mi cabeza como la fuerte lluvia salpicaba en la parte superior de mi cabeza.  ¡Mi pelo! Me veré loca después de esto. ¡Pasé una hora en esto!

Después de tomar un respiro, tuve la oportunidad de mirar a mi abuela con su hermana. Se reía y prácticamente bailaba bajo la lluvia con energía infantil. Su felicidad me hizo sonreír y me llenó de una alegría indescriptible. Mi cabello no importaba en este momento. Nada lo hizo. Lo que importaba era lo que estaba sucediendo en ese momento y allí y más bien luchar contra él, me uní.

Mirando hacia atrás en este recuerdo, me di cuenta de que estaba esperando este preciso momento. Todavía puedo recordar ese día como sucedió ayer. Todavía puedo oír la fuerte lluvia golpeando el concreto, el olor de la tormenta tropical, y lo feliz que mi abuela estaba pasando tiempo con su nieta. Ella revivió sus momentos más alegres creciendo en Puerto Rico y tuvo la oportunidad de compartir eso conmigo. Ese recuerdo es uno que siempre llevaré conmigo.

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5 thoughts on “Rosa

  1. What an amazing memory. As I read through I couldn’t help but put myself in Puerto Rico during a typical down pour doing exactly the same thing. It’s refreshing from the humidity and a way of the culture. So happy for you that you have that memory / special moment with your grandmother. Beautiful picture

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  2. Amazing! I know very little about this side of my family.. and yes I do consider them family even if Rosa was the wife of my grandfathers brother. This took me on such a pleasant journey and made me remember all of the wonderful times I had with my grandmother Iris… we were so fortunate to have spent so much times with them.. I would do it all over again if I had to.

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  3. Wow!!! Beautiful treasured moments put into words. Miss her still to this day! She was and forever will be my QUEEN!

    She loved you so much!

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