My Mother's Music
¡Yo te necesito a cada momento solo pienso en tilo digo y lo gritotan solo eres tu lo que me hace feliz!
That loud noise playing all over the small apartment. “Oh crap it is Sunday.” I would tell myself. Sunday's were waking up early to help and clean around in the Paxcle apartment hold. Laying in my bed and all I could hear is my mother's favorite music playing. I rolled over and all I could think of is how can someone like this non-sense. Fast forward, I cannot tell you how listening to my mother’s favorite music started or how it was triggered. Just one day I heard it and all I could think of was my mothers face and how it brought so much joy to her. It made my insides feel weird but I was happy. It's funny how the nopal doesn't fall from the cactus.
That loud noise playing all over the small apartment. “Oh crap it is Sunday.” I would tell myself. Sunday's were waking up early to help and clean around in the Paxcle apartment hold. Laying in my bed and all I could hear is my mother's favorite music playing. I rolled over and all I could think of is how can someone like this non-sense. Fast forward, I cannot tell you how listening to my mother’s favorite music started or how it was triggered. Just one day I heard it and all I could think of was my mothers face and how it brought so much joy to her. It made my insides feel weird but I was happy. It's funny how the nopal doesn't fall from the cactus.
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