Gramma love

Picture by Elisa

Estaban dibujando en la mesa de la cocina de casa de mi madre, refugiadas del intolerable calor de la calle. Mermelada dibujaba una isla paradisíaca para mí, y no se olvidó de poner unos columpios en ella. Nocilla me retrataba, solo que esta vez me volvía rubia, como ella. Mi madre trajinaba en la cocina.

Nocilla: "Amama, cuando yo tenía dos años ¿ya me querías?
Amama (cogida por sorpresa): Mucho antes, cariño. Mucho antes.
Nocilla: ¿Sí?
Amama: Antes, cuando estabas dentro de la tripita de tu madre, ya te quería.
Nocilla: ¡pero si no sabías si era chico o chica!


The girls were drawing at the kitchen table at my mom's, sheltered from yesterday's suffocating heat. Marmalade was drawing a paradise island for me, and she didn't forget to draw some slides and swings on it. Nutella was portraying me, although this time a blonde version of me. My mom was cooking.

Nutella: Gramma, when I was two years old, did you already love me?
Gramma (surprised): Earlier than that, my dear.
Nutell: Yes?
Gramma: I already loved you when you were inside your mom's belly.
Nutella: But you didn't know if I was a boy or a girl!!

Today's music:
The Lemonheads