We have a septuagenarian neighbor who always wear a distinct frown making her look like one nasty old lady. Truth is, she’s the exact opposite.
One morning, two aetas, each with a hand of bananas on their heads, passed her by. These indigenous folks troops down to town to take the good opportunity of selling their crops especially during this pre-New Year’s Eve rush when people are sooo busy filling in their banquet tables. The old lady flagged them down, ordered a servant to collect the bunches and then paid off the two girls who left with smiles on their faces. They have just been relieved of their loads.
Now our good neighbor has got everything she needs for the media noche. In fact there’s no more room left for a piece of banana on her banquet table. She was just unburdening the poor merchants.
One day when this old lady’s heart would be on an operating table, I would want to see how big it is.
Happy New Year everyone!