Another String to the Legacy {Miguel}
Apr 17, 2018 20:39:02 GMT -5
Post by Rosa Rivera on Apr 17, 2018 20:39:02 GMT -5
<<<<Let me know if anything doesn’t work Also since we don’t have one, some temping of Mamá Coco>>
”It...it was so great, Mija”, Mamá Coco tried to explain to her great-granddaughter, as she had been all of her great-grandchildren. How her own father’s guitar produced such beautiful sound and...communicated so much in even sound. Similar to Miguel, but in other examples as well beyond Remember Me.
Sitting crosslegged on the floor, and it currently just her, Rosa was absorbing all of what she had to say, as any should of their elder. Especially grasping up all the moments of lucidity she could, along with the rest of the family. Mamá Coco had been forgetting and hardly there for so long that every instant like this was a miracle still.
When she could delve back into the past, and appreciate her present and present relatives.
Rosa glanced yet again to the letter turned lyrics that Mamá Coco had shown her. So long... this evidence contrary to what Abuelita believed of Héctor Rivera had sat lost in both a drawer and Mamá Coco’s failing memory.
Until Miguel brought it out.
Much as she loved her cousin, a part of Rosa wasn’t surprised it had been Miguel.
She sighed to herself, but then smiled. ”It...it’s just so...odd to think, it should have been...your Papá with...tv contracts and...”, Rosa broke off and glanced up to Mamá Coco, wondering if her words were too sad and recalling.
The older woman just chuckled, “Yes it is!”.
Papá Héctor. Rosa repeated the title in her mind, and cemented in the missing piece.
And Mamá Imelda had once danced and sung!. That part was already known even in the parts that were passed down of how the shoe shop got started. Still, with the new facts, and music now no longer banned, it made Rosa wonder...
How far did talent maybe extend in this family? Could she maybe...
”Thank you, Mamá Coco”, Rosa stood and handed back the fragile and important letter, ”I’d like to hear more stories later if I could and...you’re not tired”.
“Of course”, Mamá Coco agreed, and looked curious about what her granddaughter was thinking, but Rosa just smiled, for now, and left the room, heading towards Miguel’s. She didn’t want to say too much to too many before she knew...if she could even play anything.
Abel and her had already discussed it yesterday though, their...half interest. More curiosity. She didn’t know if her brother had spoken to Miguel yet, but figured she would.
Reaching the doorway to her cousin’s room, Rosa peered in and found her cousin. ”Hey, um Miguel? I...I had a question”, Rosa began. Oddly hesitant. She’d never questioned the No Music rule, so her question now could come off odd.
”It...it was so great, Mija”, Mamá Coco tried to explain to her great-granddaughter, as she had been all of her great-grandchildren. How her own father’s guitar produced such beautiful sound and...communicated so much in even sound. Similar to Miguel, but in other examples as well beyond Remember Me.
Sitting crosslegged on the floor, and it currently just her, Rosa was absorbing all of what she had to say, as any should of their elder. Especially grasping up all the moments of lucidity she could, along with the rest of the family. Mamá Coco had been forgetting and hardly there for so long that every instant like this was a miracle still.
When she could delve back into the past, and appreciate her present and present relatives.
Rosa glanced yet again to the letter turned lyrics that Mamá Coco had shown her. So long... this evidence contrary to what Abuelita believed of Héctor Rivera had sat lost in both a drawer and Mamá Coco’s failing memory.
Until Miguel brought it out.
Much as she loved her cousin, a part of Rosa wasn’t surprised it had been Miguel.
She sighed to herself, but then smiled. ”It...it’s just so...odd to think, it should have been...your Papá with...tv contracts and...”, Rosa broke off and glanced up to Mamá Coco, wondering if her words were too sad and recalling.
The older woman just chuckled, “Yes it is!”.
Papá Héctor. Rosa repeated the title in her mind, and cemented in the missing piece.
And Mamá Imelda had once danced and sung!. That part was already known even in the parts that were passed down of how the shoe shop got started. Still, with the new facts, and music now no longer banned, it made Rosa wonder...
How far did talent maybe extend in this family? Could she maybe...
”Thank you, Mamá Coco”, Rosa stood and handed back the fragile and important letter, ”I’d like to hear more stories later if I could and...you’re not tired”.
“Of course”, Mamá Coco agreed, and looked curious about what her granddaughter was thinking, but Rosa just smiled, for now, and left the room, heading towards Miguel’s. She didn’t want to say too much to too many before she knew...if she could even play anything.
Abel and her had already discussed it yesterday though, their...half interest. More curiosity. She didn’t know if her brother had spoken to Miguel yet, but figured she would.
Reaching the doorway to her cousin’s room, Rosa peered in and found her cousin. ”Hey, um Miguel? I...I had a question”, Rosa began. Oddly hesitant. She’d never questioned the No Music rule, so her question now could come off odd.