En la casa vivimos mamá y yo
Aquí viví toda mi infancia y mi adolescencia. Yo dormía con mamá, pero luego que crecí, mamá decidió hacer un cuarto para ella en el fondo. Mi cuarto quedó solo cuando me fui a la universidad a estudiar. En ese tiempo solo mamá permanecía en casa, limpiando, cocinando, arreglando todo.
A veces yo regresaba algún fin de semana o en las vacaciones escolares y mi cuarto estaba tal cual yo lo había dejado: mis libros, mi ropa, hasta los juguetes de cuando era niña. Mamá decía que no le gustaba mover nada porque así sentía que yo estaba con ella.
Luego de graduarme, yo volví. Mi intención no era quedarme, mi intención era irme lejos, a otro país o a otro continente, salir de la casa. Pero luego pasó lo que pasó y decidí no volver a irme. Mamá seguía en la casa y me dio mucho pesar dejarla sola. Así que me la arreglé para buscar trabajo y darme cuenta de todo.
Ahora, sobre todo cuando regreso del trabajo, hablo con ella mientras voy acomodando el desorden: lavo la loza sucia, sacudo los muebles. En la noche, cuando despierto, la escucho en el cuarto del fondo haciendo lo que siempre hacía, mientras arrastra los pies como si llevara mil cadenas. Yo he intentado no mover nada en su habitación y es cierto, siento que ella sigue en la casa, conmigo, que somos ella y yo, como siempre.
HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA OPORTUNIDAD, AMIGOS
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[Versión en inglés]
Mom and I live in the house
Mom and I live in the house. It has always been like that. She invaded the house when she was already pregnant with me, so in one way or another, it has always been the two of us in this house. She had to remove debris, garbage and even kill vermin. The house was abandoned: according to its former inhabitants, they had left the country many years ago and had left it alone; but mom managed to stop it, fix it up, make it beautiful.
I lived here all my childhood and adolescence. I slept with mom, but after I grew up, mom decided to make a room for herself in the back. My room was left alone when I went to college to study. At that time only mom stayed at home, cleaning, cooking, fixing everything.
Sometimes I would come back on a weekend or during school vacations and my room would be just as I had left it: my books, my clothes, even my toys from when I was a child. Mom said she didn't like to move anything because that way she felt I was with her.
After graduating, I came back. My intention was not to stay, my intention was to go far away, to another country or another continent, to leave home. But then what happened happened and I decided not to leave again. Mom was still in the house and I was very sorry to leave her alone. So I managed to look for a job and figure it all out.
Now, especially when I come home from work, I talk to her while I'm cleaning up the mess: I wash the dirty dishes, shake the furniture. At night, when I wake up, I hear her in the back room doing what she always did, shuffling her feet as if she were wearing a thousand chains. I have tried not to move anything in her room and it is true, I feel that she is still in the house, with me, that it is her and me, as always.