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Chapter 9 Forsake

Chapter 9 Forsake

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Published by Henry Taft Miller

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Published by: Henry Taft Miller on Feb 18, 2010
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It had been months after Lydia’s initial request before Gorioreturned word. Guellerma was in agreement.To date, she still waited patiently nearly three more years for signed paperwork before beginning one morning satisfied. “I want to speak with you about something, ‘Encia.”The eight-year-old arrived back from the spring with their two ten-gallon jugs filled with fresh water. “I can almost do this withoutlooking,” she boasted, “want to see?” She closed her eyes andconfidently felt her way to unharness the carabao."I believe you,” returned Lydia. She chuckled and removed the claycontainers from the sled.“Mamma, my cooker cracked yesterday. May we bake a new one?”Lydia followed her beneath the house to inspect the collection of small toy pots. “We’ll remember to do that this afternoon, but first,come and sit.” They went to a bench where she held Florencia’s hands.“Do you remember when you first came to me, and I told you I knewyour parents?”
Florencia rolled her eyes. “I think so.”“It’s important I tell you that your mother’s still alive. She’ll becoming here soon.’’“Where is she?”“She used to live far away, but now she’s only half a day’s walk from here. She’s agreed to come and sign papers that will allow me tolegally adopt you as my own daughter.”Florencia was eagerly curious. “My mother, alive?”“Did your uncle ever speak about your parents, ‘Encia?”“No. I thought they were dead.”Lydia slowly explained to her what she knew of Guellerma’s andFlorencio’s growing up in the same village of Balatunang. Shecautiously introduced a few details of Florencio's tragic death butassured her of the man’s goodness. “He would have loved you and mevery much if he were alive today. You see, we were planning to bemarried before all that happened.”She went on to speak of Florencia’s relatives from her home villageand how the girl’s grandfather, Antonio Cacayan, passed away last year.
Her grandmother, Florentina, followed months after. “I’ve asked some people to help me write down your family tree. It could help you to be proud of whom you come from, so I thought I’d teach you to memorizeit.”42Florencia sat up straight. “Why didn’t my mother ever come to getme?”Lydia swallowed hard. “Guellerma was quite young when you cameinto this world. I believe she was confused and needed help. That’swhy your aunt and uncle took care of you.”“Uncle Gorio didn’t want me though.”Lydia held her close. “I want you, ‘Encia. Some day when you’re agrown woman, you’ll understand all of this and what’s meant for your life.”Florencia sat quietly for some time. “Okay. May I play at Carmen’snow?”“That’s fine. I won’t be taking you to Maria’s today, so you can findme in the tobacco fields.”

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