This is Abuela.
She’s the one who is responsible for my Cuban heritage.
My espresso addiction.
My fiery bulldog ways on the soccer field.
The woman who inspired my sewing hobby
and taught me to sew a project for “10 dollars or less.”
The woman who will always greet me with,
“Hay que linda! Gina, you look like a million dollars.”
(Yes, even if I’m in workout clothes.)
Who told me to never leave the house without earrings
and a little bit of lipstick (or chapstick in my case).
She’s hilarious, thoughtful and you better believe she’s a good negotiator.
I had the best time sifting through old family photos with her yesterday.
We belly laughed as we shared stories
and passed back and forth, “Remember when?”s.
Brought me back to the days I’d visit her in Miami
on my Spring Breaks in college.
While my friends would visit the beach or go on some crazy college group trip,
instead I took a flight to Miami to spend time with Abuela.
She and I would shop and take in movies,
and come home to eat Cuban food with Abuelo.
We’d practice speaking spanish.
We’d drink cafe con leche.
To me, those were the best Spring Breaks ever.
Though I really do miss my visits to Miami,
I’m pretty happy she’s here in California now.
Because now I don’t have to wait for Spring Break
just to hang out with her.