Chapter 6… Manuela and eternal love

      It could, or not, be said, that in the life of every great man, there is a great woman to be found at his side. In a few words, Grandmother Manuela was certainly an extraordinary woman, and Grandfather Jairo was also a great man.

     Her sweet disposition and the cool serenity of her mind, combined to distinguish her with a special kind of inner loveliness, forever present every moment of her life. Moreover, her physical beauty and charm (legendary since she was a child in Honduras), together with her internal presence, manifested themselves in a most definite magnetic personality. Without ever intending to do so, she painted herself into such a beautiful living picture, so absolutely and stunningly captivating, that she invariably attracted the world towards her, and there, as it was held involuntarily trapped, it would gravitate revolving around her.

     Grandmother was definitely a devout person, but she always held an open mind and an extremely respectful attitude to other people’s beliefs and their own personal ways of contemplating life. Consequently, she was never known to have tried to impose her view on those around her. That happiness she carried inside, could, on occasion, be just barely caught in a slight glimpse revealed by that mysterious smile of hers, which she perpetually wore, faintly delineated, on her delicate lips.

     When she was still a child, her mother hired the linguistic services of a foreigner. He was a gringo that came from Alabama, and lived a few blocks from her house.
“So that he will teach Manuelita to talk, even if it´s the kind of American-English that he speaks. It may be useful someday, that is of course, if she happens to find someone who talks in such a strange way,” her mother would explain to her friends and neighbors.

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