A Picture is Worth a Thousands Words / Where are my kids? (English-Spanish)
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Saludos, amigos lectores, con el texto que les comparto participo en el concurso de esta semana de “A PIcture is Worth a Thousand words”. Basaré mi texto en la imagen que ven al inicio. Les comparto las bases para quienes deseen participar, pueden hacerlo hasta el 25 de enero. https://peakd.com/hive-161155/@freewritehouse/a-picture-is-worth-a-thousand-words-s7i27n
Describe what you see: I see a pink children's dining table, so I presume the diners will be girls, with three plastic cups filled with drinks, and a single cake. The girls have not yet arrived. In the back you see a stuffed panda bear and a red cloth bag with hearts drawn on it.
Describe lo que ves: veo una mesa de comer para niños rosa, por lo que presumo que las comensales serán niñas, con tres vasos de plástico llenos de bebidas, y una sola torta. Las niñas aún no han llegado. Atrás se ve un oso panda de peluche y un bolso rojo de tela con corazones dibujados.
Describe what you feel: The photo takes me back to memories of my childhood, breakfast with my three sisters before school, mom busy getting her daughters ready before the school bus arrived, all of us in uniform, the supplies we needed at school and eating breakfast before we left. It must have been very stressful for her, but every day Monday through Friday she had to wake up very early to help us. What I feel is a big thank you to her and some nostalgia for those long ago days.
Describe lo que sientes: La foto me lleva a los recuerdos de mi infancia, el desayuno con mis tres hermanas antes de ir a la escuela, mamá atareada para que sus hijas estuvieran lista antes de que llegase el transporte escolar, que todas estuviésemos con el uniforme, los útiles que necesitábamos en el colegio y comiéramos el desayuno antes de salir. Debió ser muy estresante para ella, pero todos los días de lunes a viernes tenía que despertarse muy temprano para ayudarnos. Lo que siento es un gran agradecimiento hacia ella y algo de nostalgia por esos días lejanos.
Write a story or poem or about what you think is going:
Where are my kids?
That Monday morning Dora didn't feel like getting up when the alarm clock rang, but she had to wake up her four little girls, help them get dressed, and give them breakfast before the school bus arrived. The night before she had helped them get ready with the uniform and school supplies they needed that day. She peeked into the two rooms, turned on the light and told them: "Get up girls, go wash your faces and brush your teeth while I prepare the coffee, I'll be right back to help you put on your uniforms.
While she was preparing coffee for her husband and looking for milk and cereal for her daughters, she heard on the radio the mamas and papas song "Monday, monday"...the girls were taking their time, she found them in the bathroom playing with the water. SHe told them: -Girls, stop playing with the water, go get dressed now or you won't have time for breakfast. They all rushed into the room, she helped them get dressed, they quickly ate their cereal and went out to wait for the bus.
That afternoon, when they came home from school, he served them snacks, juices and cake. They began to fight among themselves. Dora thought for a moment: "What a nuisance! Sometimes I wish I had never had the four girls, they tire me so much, they torment me, I am no longer young. She said to them: -Stop fighting, girls, I will punish you.
At that moment the phone rang, she went to the living room to answer the phone. It was her mother, calling to say hello, to see how the girls were doing. When she returned the table was empty, the only thing she found was the stuffed panda bear. She shouted, "Where are the girls? It's not funny! She looked for them in the bedrooms, in the dining room, in the bedrooms and there was no sign of them.
Suddenly, she was alone, the house was completely silent. She went out to the garden, they were not hiding there either, laughing. She closed the door and started to walk around the neighborhood, but did not find them. Suddenly it seemed strange to see cars from two decades ago. When she returned, she tried to open the door of her house to call her husband, but it wouldn't open. She began to wander the streets of her neighborhood and when she reached the park where she used to take her daughters, she wished with all her heart that they would return, before falling asleep on a bench.
When the alarm clock rang, Dora was startled awake from her nap. The girls were just coming home from school. She had bought some juice and a delicious cake to give them as a snack. She sighed in relief. She couldn't imagine her life without the girls.
Escribe una historia o un poema acerca de lo que piensas que está pasando:
¿Dónde estas las niñas?
Ese lunes en la mañana Dora no tenía ganas de pararse cuando sonó el despertador, pero tenía que despertar a sus cuatro hijas pequeñas, ayudarlas a vestirse, y darles el desayuno antes de que llegara el autobús de la escuela. La noche anterior las había ayudado a dejar listo el uniforme y los útiles escolares que necesitaban ese día. Se asomó a las dos habitaciones, prendió la luz y les dijo: －A levantarse niñas, vayan a lavarse la cara y cepillarse los dientes mientras preparo el café, ya las vengo a ayudar a ponerse el uniforme.
Mientras preparaba el café para su esposo y buscaba la leche y el cereal para sus hijas escuchó en la radio la canción de mamas and papas “Monday, monday”...las niñas estaban demorando, las encontró en el baño jugando con el agua. Les dijo: －Niñas, dejen de jugar con el agua, vayan a vestirse ya o no les va a dar tiempo a desayunar. Todas salieron corriendo atropelladamente hacia el cuarto, las ayudó a vestirse, se comieron rápidamente el cereal y salieron a esperar el autobús.
Esa tarde, cuando regresaron de la escuela, les sirvió la merienda, los jugos y la torta. Empezaron a pelear entre ellas. Dora pensó por un instante: －¡Qué fastidio! A veces quisiera no haber tenido las cuatro niñas, me cansan tanto, me atormentan, ya no soy joven. Les dijo: －Dejen de pelear niñas, las voy a castigar.
En ese momento sonó el teléfono, se fue a la sala para responder el teléfono. Era su madre, que llamaba para saludarla, para saber cómo estaban las niñas. Cuando regresó la mesa estaba vacía, lo único que encontró fue el oso panda de peluche. Gritó: －¿Dónde están niñas?¡No es gracioso! Las buscó en las habitaciones, en el comedor, en las habitaciones y no había rastro de ellas.
De pronto, estaba sola, la casa estaba completamente en silencio. Salió al jardín, tampoco estaban allí escondidas, riéndose. Cerró la puerta y empezó a caminar por el vecindario, pero no las encontró. De pronto le pareció extraño ver automóviles de dos décadas atrás. Cuando regresó, intentó abrir la puerta de su casa para llamar a su esposo, pero no abría. Empezó a vagar por las calles de su vecindario y al llegar al parque donde solía llevar a sus hijas, deseó con todo su corazón que regresaran, antes de quedarse dormida en un banco.
Cuando sonó el despertador, Dora se despertó sobresaltada de la siesta. Las niñas estaban por llegar de la escuela. Había comprado unos jugos y una deliciosa torta para darles de merienda. Suspiró aliviada. No podía imaginarse su vida sin las niñas.
Translation to english by deepl.com
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A school bus sounds like a luxury to me. Here parents take their children to school by car, bike or walk. It takes a lot of energy and at times stress to deliver each child in time at the right school and classroom.
I am grateful they go by themselves now.
If we go back in time like this mom did in her dream she should be the person she was back then. In this case, she didn't which does make a difference.
I understand how she feels, always tired, and people draining your energy makes it hard to enjoy. It's basically one worry after the next.
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I understand your point of view, but when I was a child school bus came for me every day.I relied on my experience. My father had to go to work very early and didn't have time to take my sisters and me to school.