“Nacha es Abuelita’s B.F.F.” Diana
explained to her 5 year old daughter, Julie.
Her 5-year old daughter’s eyes widen.
“Whoa! Abuelita has a B.F.F.!?!”
“Yes and she’s a true B.F.F. Nacha is 71!
Can’t get more of a Best Friend Forever
than that!”
Diana and her daughter get in their car to
pick up Abuelita to begin the trek from the
Bronx to Brooklyn. Abuelita is rummaging
through a mental checklist to make sure
she has everything. The door bell rings.
Before heading out the door, she enters
her bedroom, stands in front of the
oversized, glow-in-the-dark rosary and
makes the sign of the cross. She closes
her eyes for a second before leaving.
As Abuelita steps in the car, she exhales
deeply as if she was holding her breath for
the last few minutes. “Pues, ojalá, te
recuerdas como llegar a Brooklyn.” “Just
give me the address, Mamá”
Diana hasn’t been there since she was a
kid. Back then they traveled by bus and
train, from Queens to Brooklyn. Diana was
about 8 years old. They visited Nacha at
least once a month. Diana starts unfurling
the folds of her memory to figure out when
was the last time she saw Nacha. Like
always, Abuelita must have read her mind.
“La última vez que vimos a Nacha fue el
año pasado. La trajo su hija, que vino
desde Colorado.”
How can Diana forget! Diana’s mother’s
BFF’s daughter, Yvette. She would be like
a cousin to Diana. Diana looked up to her
b/c she was a “teenager”. Yvette in turn
thought of Diana like someone to look
after. Yvette never played with her as she
wished now she had, but always kept a
close eye on her from afar. Heaven forbid
she was seen playing jump rope with an 8-
year old! Instead, Yvette would sit on the
stoop while they played and their mothers
would be inside also keeping a close
watch through the window.
As Julie looked out the car window, her
mother, Diana, told her. “Julie, Abuelita’s
BFF is really a BFF- E and E.” “E and E?”
“Yeah for ever and ever!” Julie was too
busy enjoying the breeze on her face than
worrying about what “ever” meant, much
less what “4ever” meant. She closed her
eyes into the wind and imagined giant
number 4’s hitting her face. “Julie, you
know that I remember Nacha all the way
back when I was your age!” “I’m not 4,
Mami, yo tengo five. Uno, dos, tres, quatro,
cinco.” Julie imagined all the numbers
flying toward her face as the wind blew.
Abuelita’s started talking about what the
doctors said until she got to Brooklyn. They
found parking right in front of the building.
Diana looks up the block instinctively to
see if she saw Yvette rollerskating. They
walk up the small stoop.
“Mami, tu no dijiste que ella vivia en una
casa? Esto no es una casa.”
“OK Julie,” murmurs Diana.
She was entering a nostalgic trance, as
she opened the large heavy doors into the
building. She walks down the hallway and
all of a sudden everything looked exactly
the same as it did 20 years ago! She gets
to the stairs and places her hand on top of
the large heavily painted banister post and
stops. She used to grab on to the top of the
banister post and swing all the way to other
side of the stairs and then hide under the
stairs.
explained to her 5 year old daughter, Julie.
Her 5-year old daughter’s eyes widen.
“Whoa! Abuelita has a B.F.F.!?!”
“Yes and she’s a true B.F.F. Nacha is 71!
Can’t get more of a Best Friend Forever
than that!”
Diana and her daughter get in their car to
pick up Abuelita to begin the trek from the
Bronx to Brooklyn. Abuelita is rummaging
through a mental checklist to make sure
she has everything. The door bell rings.
Before heading out the door, she enters
her bedroom, stands in front of the
oversized, glow-in-the-dark rosary and
makes the sign of the cross. She closes
her eyes for a second before leaving.
As Abuelita steps in the car, she exhales
deeply as if she was holding her breath for
the last few minutes. “Pues, ojalá, te
recuerdas como llegar a Brooklyn.” “Just
give me the address, Mamá”
Diana hasn’t been there since she was a
kid. Back then they traveled by bus and
train, from Queens to Brooklyn. Diana was
about 8 years old. They visited Nacha at
least once a month. Diana starts unfurling
the folds of her memory to figure out when
was the last time she saw Nacha. Like
always, Abuelita must have read her mind.
“La última vez que vimos a Nacha fue el
año pasado. La trajo su hija, que vino
desde Colorado.”
How can Diana forget! Diana’s mother’s
BFF’s daughter, Yvette. She would be like
a cousin to Diana. Diana looked up to her
b/c she was a “teenager”. Yvette in turn
thought of Diana like someone to look
after. Yvette never played with her as she
wished now she had, but always kept a
close eye on her from afar. Heaven forbid
she was seen playing jump rope with an 8-
year old! Instead, Yvette would sit on the
stoop while they played and their mothers
would be inside also keeping a close
watch through the window.
As Julie looked out the car window, her
mother, Diana, told her. “Julie, Abuelita’s
BFF is really a BFF- E and E.” “E and E?”
“Yeah for ever and ever!” Julie was too
busy enjoying the breeze on her face than
worrying about what “ever” meant, much
less what “4ever” meant. She closed her
eyes into the wind and imagined giant
number 4’s hitting her face. “Julie, you
know that I remember Nacha all the way
back when I was your age!” “I’m not 4,
Mami, yo tengo five. Uno, dos, tres, quatro,
cinco.” Julie imagined all the numbers
flying toward her face as the wind blew.
Abuelita’s started talking about what the
doctors said until she got to Brooklyn. They
found parking right in front of the building.
Diana looks up the block instinctively to
see if she saw Yvette rollerskating. They
walk up the small stoop.
“Mami, tu no dijiste que ella vivia en una
casa? Esto no es una casa.”
“OK Julie,” murmurs Diana.
She was entering a nostalgic trance, as
she opened the large heavy doors into the
building. She walks down the hallway and
all of a sudden everything looked exactly
the same as it did 20 years ago! She gets
to the stairs and places her hand on top of
the large heavily painted banister post and
stops. She used to grab on to the top of the
banister post and swing all the way to other
side of the stairs and then hide under the
stairs.
Abuelita was a few steps behind and saw
Diana stop. “Sigue… ¡ya voy!” Diana
remembered her Mom used to search for
her.
Searching, Searching, Searching.
“¿Diana?” Searching, Searching,
Searching. "¿Diana?” Abuelita would hear
Diana snicker from under the stairs.
Abuelita used to call out to her, loud
enough so her voice bounced off the
echoey hallway, “¡Sígueme lo bueno!”
Diana continues up the stairs. Instinctively
she turns right at the top of the stairs and
knocked on the door. When they entered,
everything looked the same, except Nacha.
Nacha looked a little down and walked very
slowly. Abuelita hugs her and smiles.
With Nacha being sick, Abuelita now
looked much, much younger, strong and
vibrant.
Abuelita walked Nacha to the living room
and started talking about the ride from the
Bronx to Brooklyn. Julie, as usual, was a
little shy in the beginning and then she took
out her dolls and started playing. Diana
listened in to the BFF’s musings.
Nacha asked if they wanted anything to
eat. Abuelita quickly nodded no at Diana.
Too late! Nacha was already getting off the
couch. Diana tried and said, “Ya nosotros
comimos…”
Nacha went straight to the refrigerator.
“Tengo Chef Boyardee. Tengo pan. Tengo
huevos. Tengo jamón y queso, yogurt…”
“Mami, jamón y queso!” Julie exclaimed.
“OK Está bien, Tia Nacha. Jamón y queso.”
“Pero y para ti? Tengo salchicha, y …”
looking into the half empty refrigerator. “Ay,
m’ija es que ya yo no cocino. Oh! Mira!
Tengo espaguetti en la estufa que yo me
iba a comer.”
Abuelita closes the refrigerator and says,
“Perfecto!”
Diana begins to open up the jamón y
queso white paper from the deli. To her
dismal surprise the ham was too old to eat
and the cheese- well, maybe if it was
melted down, it would be edible. She
wouldn’t have said anything but Julie did,
“¡Ese queso no sirve!”
Nacha overhears and walks toward the
cabinet. “Dejame ver, tengo peanut
butter….”
Diana reached over to grab the peanut
butter. “Perfecto, Tia Nacha!” They ate all
the spaghetti in the small pot on the stove
and they finished the bread with the peanut
butter. They washed it all down with red
Kool-Aid.
Diana and Julie cleaned up while the BFFs
went back into the living room. By the time
the kitchen was cleaned up, Abuelita and
Nacha were whispering. Diana wondered
what they could be talking about. Nacha
took something from her dresser. Abuelita
went to grab her pocketbook and they both
went into the other room and closed the
door.
Diana stop. “Sigue… ¡ya voy!” Diana
remembered her Mom used to search for
her.
Searching, Searching, Searching.
“¿Diana?” Searching, Searching,
Searching. "¿Diana?” Abuelita would hear
Diana snicker from under the stairs.
Abuelita used to call out to her, loud
enough so her voice bounced off the
echoey hallway, “¡Sígueme lo bueno!”
Diana continues up the stairs. Instinctively
she turns right at the top of the stairs and
knocked on the door. When they entered,
everything looked the same, except Nacha.
Nacha looked a little down and walked very
slowly. Abuelita hugs her and smiles.
With Nacha being sick, Abuelita now
looked much, much younger, strong and
vibrant.
Abuelita walked Nacha to the living room
and started talking about the ride from the
Bronx to Brooklyn. Julie, as usual, was a
little shy in the beginning and then she took
out her dolls and started playing. Diana
listened in to the BFF’s musings.
Nacha asked if they wanted anything to
eat. Abuelita quickly nodded no at Diana.
Too late! Nacha was already getting off the
couch. Diana tried and said, “Ya nosotros
comimos…”
Nacha went straight to the refrigerator.
“Tengo Chef Boyardee. Tengo pan. Tengo
huevos. Tengo jamón y queso, yogurt…”
“Mami, jamón y queso!” Julie exclaimed.
“OK Está bien, Tia Nacha. Jamón y queso.”
“Pero y para ti? Tengo salchicha, y …”
looking into the half empty refrigerator. “Ay,
m’ija es que ya yo no cocino. Oh! Mira!
Tengo espaguetti en la estufa que yo me
iba a comer.”
Abuelita closes the refrigerator and says,
“Perfecto!”
Diana begins to open up the jamón y
queso white paper from the deli. To her
dismal surprise the ham was too old to eat
and the cheese- well, maybe if it was
melted down, it would be edible. She
wouldn’t have said anything but Julie did,
“¡Ese queso no sirve!”
Nacha overhears and walks toward the
cabinet. “Dejame ver, tengo peanut
butter….”
Diana reached over to grab the peanut
butter. “Perfecto, Tia Nacha!” They ate all
the spaghetti in the small pot on the stove
and they finished the bread with the peanut
butter. They washed it all down with red
Kool-Aid.
Diana and Julie cleaned up while the BFFs
went back into the living room. By the time
the kitchen was cleaned up, Abuelita and
Nacha were whispering. Diana wondered
what they could be talking about. Nacha
took something from her dresser. Abuelita
went to grab her pocketbook and they both
went into the other room and closed the
door.
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