Las historias de mi abuela: Bombillos voladores / My Grandma's Stories: Flying Light Bulbs. (PARTE I)

Hace un par de meses noté que las conversaciones con mi abuela se hicieron algo extrañas, pero las disfruto - piensa Ender.

A couple of months ago I noticed that the conversations with my grandmother became a bit strange, but I enjoy them - thinks Ender.

Mi abuela me hace reír mucho, sus historias son geniales, cómo si fueran de ciencia ficción, la cual es mi género de películas y cuentos favoritos. Disfruto horas y horas a su lado mientras me invade de historias que parecen muy reales, es que a sus ojos supone Ender debe serlo.

My grandmother makes me laugh a lot, her stories are great, as if they were from science fiction, which is my favorite genre of movies and stories. I enjoy hours and hours by his side while he invades me with stories that seem very real, is that in his eyes Ender supposes it must be.

Hoy al llegar a que mi abuelita Mencha me contó una historia de que los bombillos de su cuarto tienen un cableado tan largo que recorren toda la calle, incluso se asusta que puedan electrocutar a los vecinos, por lo que le pide a mi tía que trate de buscar un técnico para que arregle ese problema de inmediato.

Today when I got to my grandmother Mencha told me a story that the light bulbs in her room have such long wiring that they run all the way down the street, she is even scared that they could electrocute the neighbors, so she asks my aunt to try to find a technician to fix that problem right away.

Ender piensa que nunca en su vida oyó hablar sobre unos bombillos voladores, pero le motiva a seguir preguntando, su abuela cuenta que todas las noches al encender la luz para no estar en la oscuridad de la luna, el bombillo recorre toda la calle de punta a punta paseándose por las cabezas de los vecinos, por lo que le pide a su hija encarecidamente que no encienda la luz, pues el bombillo se perderá de nuevo.

Ender thinks that he has never heard of flying light bulbs in his life, but it motivates him to keep asking, his grandmother says that every night when she turns on the light so as not to be in the dark of the moon, the light bulb runs all the way down the street. on point walking through the heads of the neighbors, for which he strongly asks his daughter not to turn on the light, because the light bulb will be lost again.

Ender le explica a su abuela que su historia no tiene lógica, pues los bombillos no pasean las calles, ni tienen cables tan largos pero su abuela dice que es cierto y para no llevarle la contraria Ender prefiere no molestarla, y seguirle la corriente.

Ender explains to his grandmother that his story doesn't make sense, because light bulbs don't walk the streets, nor do they have such long cables, but his grandmother says it's true and in order not to contradict her, Ender prefers not to bother her, and go along with it.

Dudoso de la situación Ender le pregunta a su tía que es lo que pasa con su abuela y porque sus historias son tan cómicas, a lo que su tía le explica que su abuela padece de algo llamado "Demencia" por su edad, ya 94 años, y pues su cerebro no funciona como el resto, causándole la sensación de estar viviendo cosas que no son reales. Es como si viviera en una película de ficción, dice Ender, que divertido.

Doubtful about the situation, Ender asks his aunt what is happening with his grandmother and why her stories are so funny, to which his aunt explains that his grandmother suffers from something called "Dementia" because of her age, now 94 years old. , and because his brain does not work like the rest, causing him the sensation of living things that are not real. It's like living in a fictional movie, says Ender, how funny.

Ahora cada día que Ender visita a su abuela, se sienta a conversar sobre esas aventuras que su abuela vive en su mente, y con mucho orgullo su abuela lo lleva a vivir historias inimaginables.

Now every day that Ender visits his grandmother, he sits down to talk about those adventures that his grandmother lives in his mind, and with great pride his grandmother takes him to live unimaginable stories.

Queridos amigos, desde hace mucho tiempo he querido escribir sobre la historia de mi abuela, está vez lo llevé al ámbito del cuento infantil, recreando a mi abuelita Mencha y su bisnieto Ender, el cuál es mi primito. Esperando que les guste esta primera parte, estoy dispuesta a seguir escribiendo sus historias. Bendiciones.

Dear friends, for a long time I have wanted to write about my grandmother's story, this time I took it to the field of children's stories, recreating my grandmother Mencha and her great-grandson Ender, who is my little cousin. Hoping you like this first part, I am willing to continue writing your stories. Blessings.

Banner y collage hechos en Canva. Fotos de mi propiedad. Traducido por google

Banner and collage made in Canva. Photos from my property. Translated by google