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Maria
turned her eyes from the cutting board to the stove, the chicken
broth still hadn't come to a boil. Having already chopped the
tomatoes, celery, and zucchini she quickly diced an onion before the
fumes could gather underneath her face. Scooping the pieces up with
the knife and her free hand she tossed the pieces into the broth.
Every time she made albondigas she thought about her mother teaching
her to only use half an onion for the soup. But her husband loved
onions, so she never hesitated to add the extra half just for him.
The
broth barely coming to simmer she tossed the celery in along with the
cilantro, cumin, and oregano. The zucchini cooks the fastest so that
goes into the soup last, gathering them into a bowl she places it
into the fridge. While she is in there she grabs the tray of
meatballs that she had prepared earlier in the day and places them on
the counter. Looking up and across the table into the living room she
smiles at her daughter.
"Marisa,
mija are you getting hungry?"
"Ya."
The
girl looks up from her dolls and smiles at her mother. Quickly
focusing back on her stuffed toys she arranges them on a pink blanket
placed on the floor. Maria watches her for a few seconds before
turning her attention back to dinner. The thought had been crossing
her mind more often this year. Instead of growing into other toys or
playing with other kids Marisa had only become more devoted to her
stuffed bear. She thought about this while placing the meatballs next
to the stove; checking the broth it had come to a full boil so she
turned down the flame and began to place the meatballs into the stove
one by one.
One
specific occurrence kept repeating itself in Maria's head as she
stood there in the kitchen, and that was the tantrum Marisa threw
when she was forced to part with her bear for the day. Her husband
Rafael, Rafa as she called him affectionately, was taking Marisa to a
party for a co-worker's child and would not allow her to take her
bear along. Both Maria and Rafa were not quite expecting the meltdown
that followed. While her husband remained steadfast in telling the
girl that she was not taking her toy to the party, Maria took notice
to the attachment towards this specific bear. Marisa had never thrown
any fits like this in the past. It was that moment that she realized
her daughter never brought any other of her stuffed animals along
with her, only this dark blue bear.
The
boiling broth splashing onto her hand snapped Maria back into the
moment, she had dropped the meatball rather than placing it into the
pot. She turned down the flame to its lowest setting and began
putting the rest of the meatballs in the soup. Hearing the
neighborhood children playing outside she looks over at her daughter
again, who now has her animals lined up across the couch. After a few
seconds she begins to drift back into her earlier thought.
Once
Rafa and Marisa had left for the party Maria immediately got to work
washing the bear. Over a year's worth of dirt and grime had worked
its way into the bear's fur, and Maria decided that she would treat
this bear as her daughter would. She went step by step and
refurbished the toy over the next few hours. First cutting into the
stitching underneath one of the arms she removed the cotton stuffing
before hand washing the skin of the bear. As she gently rubbed the
dirt out, bringing life back into the blue color; Maria pondered
about the relationship this bear shared with her daughter. Did the
bear have a name? She never heard Marisa call it any name. When she
thought about it, she had never really heard her daughter speaking to
it. After washing the bear, when it was time to stuff it again she
removed some extra cotton from her bed pillow to give it some extra
fluff.
An
outburst of shrieking laughter coming from the children outside
startled Maria as she covered the pot, now filled to the brim from
the meatballs. The kids were having a blast with whatever game they
were playing. Marisa slowly made her way to the window next to the
front door to get a view of the commotion.
"You
want to go outside mija?" Maria asked optimistically.
"Mm-mm."
Marisa shook her head as she ran back to the couch.
"You
can if you want to, dinner still isn't ready."
"I'm
waiting for Papa." Marisa said as she popped her head out from the
side of the couch.
"Well
he won't be home from work until later, so you have time..."
Maria smiled in encouragement.
"Mm-mm."
Marisa was now peeping out from the top of the couch, her smile
hidden behind the cushions.
Maria
laughed as she went back to cooking. Now it was time to fix the
tostadas for Marisa. She had never been a picky eater, she will still
have a small bowl of soup; however she will always ask for a tostada
to pair with whatever meal they were having. Being extremely easy to
make, Maria never had a problem fixing her girl a quick tostada. She
quickly melted some bacon fat into a pan before placing the refried
beans in. Slowly she used a spatula to fold the beans over into the
fat, gradually giving them a creamy quality. While doing this her
mind went back to that peculiar day.
Barely
an hour passed after Maria finished stitching the bear and put it
back on Marisa's bed when Rafa came into the apartment with Marisa
running straight to her room in tears.
"What
happened?" Maria asked, surprised that they were back so early.
Rafa
smacked his lips vocally and threw his arm up towards Marisa's
room.
"She
cried all day, like that." He said nodding towards the hallway.
"Oh
no." Maria clasped her hands together.
"Mira,
she never stopped for one second since we left. Begging me to come
back and get the bear. We got there and she didn't talk just cried;
she wouldn't eat, or play, or do anything. She acted terrified the
whole time. Manny's wife tried to talk to her, got her to calm down
a little bit but she wouldn't stop so I took her home." Rafa
explained with an exhausted tone.
"Rafa,
don't be upset." Maria pleaded.
"I'M
NOT." Rafa snapped, quickly calming down and taking a breath.
"I'm
not. I just can't believe she acted like this. She's never done
this before. HEY, remember we went to pizza the other week. She
didn't bring the bear that time and she didn't care. So what, she
just gets to choose when she wants to bring it?" His joking tone
coming out signaling that he had cooled down a bit.
Maria
kissed him and softly said.
"I
love you honey. Everything will be ok."
With
the beans ready to go, all that remains is some chopped lettuce and
some grated cheese. Going into the fridge to get the lettuce Maria
notices out of the corner of her eye that there are no tortillas in
the fridge. Being the one thing that Rafa prefers to have with his
meals Maria begins to think fast. While Rafa wouldn't be upset at
the lack of tortillas, she still wanted to have something for
husband. Quickly she scanned the kitchen; the dishes were already on
the table, the soup and tostadas were ready to go, and Rafa wouldn't
be home for 25 minutes. Turning all the burners off on the stove she
begins to call to Marisa.
"MIJA,
GET YOUR CHANCLAS WE ARE GOING TO THE STORE!" Maria yelled as she
made sure everything was okay to leave for a few minutes.
Marisa
came towards the table with a confused look on her face. She was
trying to figure what was happening.
"Andale
mija, we have to get back before your Papa gets home." Maria
explained as fast as possible while getting her shoes, purse, and
keys.
After
hearing this Marisa ran to her room and came back out with her shoes
and socks on, by this time Maria opened the front door. Stepping
outside and holding the door open, she watched as Marisa ran up to
the doorway only to turn around and run towards the living room.
"Honey
we have to go NOW." Maria implored.
Marisa
came running back with her bear in hand, a worried look on her face.
Upon seeing this Maria smacked her lips sarcastically as she realized
that she was just thinking about having more patience towards Marisa
and her bear. Having her already walking out of the door with the
bear, Maria quickly gave in but still tried to explain.
"We're
just walking to the gas station but we have to hurry so we get back
before Papa ok? So c'mon."
Maria
quickly locked the door and threw the keys into her purse. Holding
out her hand, Marisa takes hold of her mother's as they make their
way down the alleyway towards the street corner. Her other arm
clutching the bear close to her chest.
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