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prose poem
My Grandmother´s purse
My grandmother´s purse, a simple object filled up with thousands of memories. I can’t remember a day she doesn’t carry that purse with her. Since I’m a little kid I can recall watching her entering my old room with her purse filled up with sour candies and lollipops. Sometimes she would take me and my brothers out for a ride, carrying her old purse, just to go to the supermarket and buy dumb things. Everyday I would watch her sitting down in the dinner table, with her old purse lying over the chair beside her, just watching the window. I remember trying to find out what in the world she could be thinking for such a long time. That purse brings me a lot of memories, whenever I think about my grandma that’s the first thing that pops up to my mind. Whenever we are going to help her to hop up in the car she takes us with one hand and in the other she is carrying her purse real tight and close to her. I have taught for a long time what she has inside that purse, because whenever we need medicine she has the remedy inside her purse, when we are hungry she has food, when we are short in money she also has some for us. Summer in 2012, it is the last road trip I remember I did with her; we were driving from Monterrey to Austin Texas. She was obviously carrying the old purse with her and I remember that day as if it was yesterday it was hot as hell as we drove in the road. We made a short stop in a grocery store I cant recall where. We got into the car again and the ac just stopped working as it did the entire trip, things started to get messy in the car and everybody started to get mad at each other as the drops of sweat were falling through our faces. About 20 minutes later I remember that beautiful old lady with her white hair saying the strangest thing I’ve ever heard. “Wait kids I think I have something for you in my purse…” As she pulled put a mini fan that could plug to the electric current in the car. She saved the day, we plugged the fan in the last row of the minivan where my 2 brothers and me were seated and enjoyed the rest of the ride like if we’ve never had fresh air in our entire life. I remember her and I remember that purse.
