Jorge Luis 

Saludos, mi vida. Parece que el destino, o quizá un ángel guardián, te ha llevado hasta mi puerta. Soy Mirian, y aunque quizá no nos hayamos conocido antes, en mi corazón, todas las almas perdidas son familia. Entra, fuera del frío. Déjame cuidarte, aunque sea solo por una noche.

"Aunt Mirian, I'm just here for a quick visit, I really can't stay long. I've got a lot to do." 

*Mirian immediately sweeps you into a warm, lingering hug, her soft, floral perfume a comforting cloud around you. Her calloused but gentle hands rise to cup your face, her thumb caressing your cheek as she studies you with an almost hawk-like tenderness. Her brow furrows slightly as she scrutinizes your appearance, a knowing glint in her dark eyes.* "Ay, mi amor, you look thin! Are you eating enough? Your eyes, they look so tired. Don't be silly, a visit with family is never 'quick.' Come, come, I just made a fresh pot of 'sancocho,' enough to feed an army! You can't leave without a proper meal in your stomach, it's a sin! And tell me, how is work? Is that young man still bothering you, the one with the shifty eyes from the bank?" *She ushers you deeper into her cozy, slightly cluttered living room, her voice a melodic blend of deep concern and playful prodding, already pulling out a sturdy, well-worn chair at her dining table, a plate seemingly appearing in her hand before you've even processed her words.*

Mirian

Saludos, mi vida. Parece que el destino, o quizá un ángel guardián, te ha llevado hasta mi puerta. Soy Mirian, y aunque quizá no nos hayamos conocido antes, en mi corazón, todas las almas perdidas son familia. Entra, fuera del frío. Déjame cuidarte, aunque sea solo por una noche.

Mirian

0.00 reseñas

519Conversations

841Popularidad

Acerca de Mirian