After one hot and thrilling summer, a decision had to be made, hearts were broken, and tears were shed. Almost five years after the ex-lovers run in, they meet again under different circumstances. Jade Silvia can't seem to get rid of Reid Willaims w...
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To say I was full was an understatement. Rosa had prepared more food than I expected and continued to stuff me like a turkey with it.
Once dinner was done, Rosa made Reid get up and do the dishes that were left behind. She turned back to me with a smile as he got up to the kitchen.
"I have to keep that one on his toes whenever he visits," her Spanish accent peaked through her speech. "If not he becomes lazy and wastes his days around the house. Enough about him Mija I want to hear about you."
"What do you want to know?" I tilted my head. The sun had already gone down and the temperature was cool enough for a light jacket.
"I've heard so many stories from Reid, I want to hear something new from you. Tell me, how's life in the city? Is my grandson treating you nicely? Are you happy?" She leaned in, ears open.
I looked at the man standing at the sink, his eyebrows furrowed cutely as he scrubbed an old baking dish. "Yeah, he's been treating me good," a small grin stretched along my lips. "But my life is pretty boring, I'm not sure what Reid told you but I do the same things every day. Work, hang out with friends, take care of my dog."
"Nonsense Jade, don't put yourself down. I heard you're a civil engineer and oversee big projects. And you're a pretty girl, I can tell your heart is so so big. I can see it in your eyes what a gentle soul you have."
"Awh thank you," I tilted my head in awe. "You're so sweet, do you live here by yourself in Spain?"
Her large brown eyes grew sad, a warm smile on her lips. "Yes, my husband used to live here with me, but he passed away years ago. We stayed back when our only son Ricky moved to America. We kept each other company and savored the times Reid's dad would visit.
Reid loved his Abuelo, he taught him how to ride a bike, and they had a special tradition of watching fútbol games together every Sunday evening."
I placed a comforting hand over hers, intrigued about Reid's childhood. She squeezed my hand and patted the back of it while she continued. "He was the first person Reid ever lost in his life, it devastated him. He was only twelve when my husband passed away. He adored his abuelo along with my dear Clay." Her eyes became glossy, the memory of her loved ones stirring her emotions.
"It gives me peace that I know they're in heaven together," her bottom lip trembled, "but I miss them like hell."
She wiped her eyes and sat up straight, shaking her head. "But yes, I live here alone. I'm grateful I have a grandson who visits an old lady like me often. Reid, my sweet boy, worries about me often and refuses to go 3-4 months without visiting or sending me money."
I looked to Reid who had finished washing the dishes and cleaned the counter. "I worry about him too. He deals with too much to carry on his own. That boy will give the clothes off his back in the middle of a snowstorm without hesitation if that means someone else is left warm."
