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Grades level iconsGrade 12
Genre information iconFantasy/SciFi, Narrative
Resource type iconWriting

No estuvimos peleando madre?

by Fabian Gonzalez Rubio, Grade 12, Woodburn, Oregon
A baby Jesus doll comes to life in this whimsical story!
About the Author

Fabian loves to do his work and strives to get good grades and keep improving himself. When he’s not busy he likes to go do community service and go to outside organizations like Latinos Unidos Siempre, which is one of his favorites to go to. He also loves to do tae kwon do, in which he is a second Dan in.

No estuvimos peleando madre?

My sister and I are playing around and talking in the kitchen. Next thing I know I hear my mom yell, 

“Basta de pelear!”

We look at each other like, What just happened? and Why’d we get in trouble for “arguing”? We hadn’t done anything, so I start snickering because I think it’s funny. Next thing I know my mom comes in and calls me out for snickering. But then the baby Jesus doll we have comes to life and turns into a full-grown man.

“Es Jesus!” I say.

My mom doesn’t believe it’s Jesus and asks him to make a miracle. He then proceeds to turn one of our dead plants back alive, even sprouting some buds from it. I can’t believe it: the actual Jesus came out just to save me and my sister from getting in trouble. Jesus then proceeds to scold my mom for getting us in trouble.

He says, “Yo veo todo, y vi que tus hijos no estuvieron haciendo nada malo.”

My mom replies, “Lo siento Dios mío, no lo había hecho con mala intención. Usted sabe que estos chamacos siempre están peleando.”

“Sí entiendo, pero como los va a regañar sí ni sabia que estuvieron haciendo?”

“Perdóname Diosito mío, en serio para la otra reviso que están haciendo ellos por favor.”

“No se preocupe, solo quiero que cumplo con revisar a sus hijos cuando estan ‘peleando’ por favor.”

Just like that, we had gotten saved from our mom’s wrath. After that small conversation that Jesus and my mom had, Jesus disappears into thin air, turning back into the baby Jesus doll. All of us are in disbelief. My dad comes home and we tell him what happened. He doesn’t believe it, but we show him the dead plant we’ve had in the kitchen for the longest time and how it is back alive.

He is surprised, because he knows that plant was dead for the longest time, and for it just to come back all of a sudden is definitely weird. My mom then took care of that plant all her life, as it is sacred to her now. I’m glad that I didn’t get in trouble, and then I tell my mom:

“Ya ves, no estuvimos peleando, madre.”

 

This piece was originally published in No Ordinary Dreamer by 826 National.

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