Un nuevo jueves ha llegado con ese dulce aroma del recuerdo, aquel que nace al ver esa fotografía almacenada, ya sea digital o físicamente, de ambas maneras son tesoros, de esos llenos de risas y añoranzas.
Esta dinámica llega a nosotros gracias al señor 
“Plasmar nuestras emociones al ver una foto significa compartir parte de nuestra propia alma”.
Mamá esa bebé es mía.
Al revisar mi galería de fotos, me encuentro con grandes recuerdos, anécdotas graciosas y algunas que muestran a familiares que ya no están, sin embargo recordar es vivir así que verlas es vida.
Bajamos en mi galería virtual me tope con esta foto, en ellas vemos a Rocío de casi cuatro años de edad y a Julieta de un año, desde pequeñas ambas siempre han sido bastante risueñas, algo que me encanta.
Aquella tarde papá tenía a upa a Julieta, recuerdo que le había dicho que iba por un pañal para cambiarla, Rocío me escuchó y se puso entre papá y ella para cargarla.
Papá la ayudó, claramente ella sola no podía tomarla a upa, sin embargo Julieta se veía bastante contenta por lo que estaba sucediendo.
Venía con el pañal en mis manos y al tratar de alzarla, Rocío alzó la voz –”¡Mamá esa bebé es mía!”–, me quedé sin saber que decir, mi marido y yo nos veíamos ya que lo dijo de forma seria.
Luego de explicarle y pedirle ayuda nos dejó ponerla en la cama para el cambio de pañal o “pañam” como decía ella.
Se le había metido entre ceja y ceja qué la bebé era suya, esa tarde estuvo al pendiente ya fuese para ayudar con la leche o el pañal, se veía muy graciosa, era como una mini mamá atendiendo a su hijita.
Aquella noche se durmieron tomadas de la mano, la verdad me encanta que desde mi niñas hayan sido muy unidas, hoy en dia lo siguen siendo, sobre todo para sus travesuras, por ejemplo comen un caramelo y escabullen el envoltorio, sin embargo el olor a dulce que sale de ellas es innegable y son descubiertas rápido.
Ponen una sonrisa pícara y los ojitos brillantes, ellas piensan que es una travesura, pero la verdad somos papá y mamá quienes siempre dejamos dos caramelos a la vista para que ellas los tomen.
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A new Thursday has arrived with that sweet aroma of memory, the one that is born when you see that photograph stored, either digitally or physically, both ways are treasures, those full of laughter and longing.
This dynamic comes to us thanks to Mr.
"To capture our emotions when we see a photo means sharing part of our own soul."
Mommy that baby is mine.
Going through my photo gallery, I come across great memories, funny anecdotes and some that show family members who are no longer around, however remembering is living so seeing them is life.
Going down my virtual gallery I came across this photo, in them we see Rocio almost four years old and Julieta one year old, since they were little both have always been quite giggly, something I love.
That afternoon daddy was holding Julieta, I remember I had told him I was going to get a diaper to change her, Rocío listened to me and put herself between daddy and her to hold her.
Dad helped her, clearly she couldn't hold her on her own, however Julieta looked quite happy about what was happening.
I came with the diaper in my hands and when I tried to pick her up, Rocío raised her voice - "Mom that baby is mine!"-, I didn't know what to say, my husband and I were looking at each other as she said it in a serious way.
After explaining and asking for help he let us put her on the bed for the diaper change or "pañam" as she called it.
She had gotten it into her head that the baby was hers, that afternoon she was there to help with the milk or the diaper, she looked very funny, she was like a mini mom taking care of her little daughter.
That night they fell asleep holding hands, the truth is I love that since I was a little girl they have been very close, today they still are, especially for their pranks, for example they eat a candy and sneak the wrapper, however the smell of candy that comes out of them is undeniable and they are discovered quickly.
They put on a mischievous smile and bright eyes, they think it's a prank, but the truth is that it's mom and dad who always leave two candies in sight for them to take.