A terrible fall
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Chapter IX: The girl and the mango tree
Cuernavaca, Morelos, Mexico
“Grandmother, what happened to the little girl?” I had to ask, even though, I wasn’t too sure I wanted her to answer.
“She died, my dear…” Grandmother answered with a deep sadness in her voice.
“It is said that since that day, so many years ago, the air is filled with the fragrance of many bouquets of flowers and that it always happens at the same time of the day. Also, people say, but you should be careful not to believe everything that people say, that the general sold the house because his wife no longer wanted to live in a house with such sad memories. Apparently, they never moved in, so they didn’t live in this beautiful house for even a day.”
“Poor little girl, she only wanted to explore the tree and climb it, Grandmother!”
We were so deeply engrossed in our thoughts that neither of us realized when Grandfather arrived at the patio.
“Grandfather, did you know about the poor little girl and what happened to her in this mango tree?” I just had to ask when I saw him arrive.
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