Memories taste like salt

Grandmother, when I think of your house, I remember all the things I did as a child. We spent the day playing in the backyard between the plants, I remember you scolded us for doing a little disaster, we bathed in that little tank of water that we called -our pool-, and then we went into the house soaked. It was always the same, remember?

I wish I could taste other of your soups, I think you forgot the recipe too, but they were the best, just like your famous Christmas hallacas. Mom says that although you can not prepare them anymore we can continue enjoying them because your recipe has been adopted by all the aunts and in the family, everyone knows it from head to toe. That's how delicious you cooked, grandma.

I think about time and I wonder at what point does everything happen so fast that we do not even realize it? One day we are all together, Aunt Ana with her dog Lulo and the next day Lulo is no longer because the dogs do not live long enough to accompany us all our lives, which is unfair. Then we realize that all that has been left in the past and stored in our memories our -good times-.

Grandmother, when you read this, I want you to remember that I love you very much. I know you're tired and you want to leave and that's fine grandma. You can go now.