Rain is a Blessing

...When I was ten years old, whenever it rains my mother use to say it is a sign that God has answered a prayer. Her saying was " rain is a blessing"....

...After ten years, it's funny how I still believe rain is a blessing. I rub my cold palm together bringing them close to by lip as I blow warm air between them. The sound of rain droplets against the roof of the car still remains the only sound breaking the silence in the the car. I needed a silence like this. I take in a deep breathe and relax into the soft material....

...I don't know what I should think about- my mother, my brother or the German household. I still remember vividly Mateo's trembling voice as he spoke through the cell. Each sob tore my heart in pieces. He couldn't talk for seconds, it was hard for him to compose a sentence. He had choke multiple times on his own words. I knew all was not well. When he finally got himself to talk, when those  three words came out. I froze. A tear slipped down my face. I try to hide the defeat in my voice when I know he's still on the other line. I can't be broken like he is, if both of us show no strength, who will console who?...

...Mother has taught me that as an elder sister, you carry the cross of the younger ones. So I stayed strong....

...Broken Spanish fillye my ears as I try to listen. I try. He's struggle to explain what happened....

..."hermano, hermano!"...

...'Sí, sí, sí'...

...His voice break through the line. He's hurting....

...I slide down to the floor with my knees to my chest, I cried. I cried than ever before. Than when father died. Now my brother. I won't let that happen. That's why I'm here, In a moving car on a raining day. When I see the red flag with a cup in the center at the top of a long pole drenched from the rain, I know I'm home. The car speed past it into the blurry town I grew up....

...From the eyes of a fourteen years old, I remember little to nothing of this town. The driver turn to look at me as the car comes to a halt in front of the German Mansion....

...I put a hand over my face trying to shield it from the drizzling rain with my bag in my other hand. I  make my way to the large see through gate. I have heard a lot about the Germans while growing up but never  did I think I will be at their service. This is the fault of my father. And of my mother for marrying a drunk gambler. I look around the plant filled wall to locate a bell switch. My shaky fingers slide over it....

...It rings once, twice, thrice. And When the double gate open, I wonder if they were expecting me....

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