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When I think in my grandmother, the first thing that comes to my mind is the Christmas Eve, not because of the cold or all the other things that comes to peoples mind then they think about this time. But because this is the time when my family and I hit the road to visit my grandparents who live in Guanajuato.

The trip is long, ten hours of “I´m hungry”, “where is the next gas?” and the beautiful view of mountains and deserts. But when the trip is finally over and we get to my grandparents’ house, I can always count with my grandmother waiting for us with her open arms, a smile and her apron.

The smell gets into your nose after you open the door, the sound of boiling water in the kitchen matching with the delicious smell of whatever my grandmother is cooking, can just be ended with her calling us for dinner.

Yellow, with little stamps of red flowers. That´s how I remember my grandmother´s apron, used almost all day by her. I´m not saying that she cooked all day long, but for some reason she was always wearing it. She loves to cook, weather is to her sons and daughters (my father and my nine uncles), grandchild’s (me, my brother, my sister and my cousins), great-grandchildren’s or to whomever who visit her. But one day everything changed.

It was Friday when my aunt Isa called; my grandmother had accident in the stairs of her house and was in the hospital because she injured her back so bad that she couldn´t move her legs.

We packed up our things that night and we went to Guanajuato the next morning. The trip seemed faster and quitter than usual that day and the deserts landscapes didn´t seemed annoying at all.

The typical smell from the hospitals got into our nose after we opened the doors and the deep silence in the corridors only maked that suspense worse.

But when we opened the door of the room, there was my grandmother, with her open arms, a smile and not her apron but a dressing gown.

After a few months she got better, and after the doctor told her that her back was okay, she got into the kitchen, putted her apron on and started to cook.

And that´s one thing that I really admire about her, not her cooking skills, but the positive attitude that she always had and has about the good and the bad things in life.