#stringofsouls

[starxchosen]

@stringofsouls​

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“Who, them? Ay, no. They’re not mis amigos. To tell you the truth, chamaco, I don’t really have amigos.”

[luivcra-blog]

" LOVE YOU MAMA!"

           Holding her son close, she smiled and rubbed her son’s cheek; happy she had such a sweet and loving child. She didn’t know what made her so lucky when she sees how some of her friends’ kids were absolute trouble for her friends. Luisa felt terrible all those years of not fully allowing her son to love music with all his heart like she once did. Had their culture been different, she would have allowed him to play… But Mama Elena was the hierarchy for the family, and she wished no music. But now, he got to enjoy it whenever he wanted and she wanted to hear him play, to hear his voice sing with a happiness in it.

           Placing a kiss to the top of his head, as gentle as her voice once she speaks the affections in return, wholeheartedly, “I love you too, mijo. Forever and always.” Another kiss to his dimpled cheek, tightening the hug just a bit more. @stringofsouls

[memoriasymusica]

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Día de los Muertos once again. To many it is a day dedicated to your loved ones, for your loved ones to see you again for this day. But for Coco, it is only a haunting reminder of what she had done. But this year is going to be different. For the first time in many years she is back on the surface, strolling down the street. Her eyes scanned the buildings that she had once destroyed many years ago, now all refurbished. It's like she was never there..... The sound of music brought her out of her thoughts, turning her head in the general direction. Coco followed the noise, completely enveloped in curiosity. Who could be playing those tunes?

[starxchosen]

@stringofsouls

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“Epa, that is what I am talking about. Now THAT is a crowd.”

A big crowd. Héctor would be a liar if he had said he wasn’t worried. Fame could do so many things to so many people, and he tried to keep hope that his Miguelito would remember what it did to Ernesto. He did not want to see his chamaco go down that same path- he never wanted to see another músico suffer the way they both had. A skeletal hand settled on the boy’s shoulder and gave a little shake, as if his presence wasn’t a surprise enough.

“Órale, chamaco. Remember what I told you? You have to loosen up annnnnd...?”

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" papa Hector. Do-do you really think I will be a great musician like you ?"

“Miguel, look at me- mira. You have to remember to do what you feel in your corazón. Never forget that your family loves you y we will support you in every choice.” Resting bony hands on small shoulders, Héctor offered a small smile. “Miguel, I want you to be un músico because you want to, not because you think you have to live up to mi nombre.”

Héctor didn’t think of himself as a great musician. He had only recently gained fame due to the truth spilling out all over the stage of the Sunrise Spectacular.

“The truth is no, chamaco. I don’t think you will be a great musician.” A little shake to the boy’s shoulders. “Porque you already ARE one.”

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" mama ! Do you think I should sign up this year for the talent show in the plaza?"

              Luisa had finished doing laundry and hanging them up on the clothes line, when she heard her dear mijo running and calling out to her. She stopped what she was doing to turn and face him with a smile to show for him to go on. At hearing his question, she wondered if it was some sort of self-doubt in his abilities. So she placed a hand to his cheek, running her thumb over his cheek, while the other was on his shoulder.

              “Si, you should sign up, this is what you always wanted to do.” When he didn’t get to do it last year due to terrible decision making and the fear she felt when she couldn’t find him that whole night, thinking she lost him. “You are a wonderful musician, mijo. You should show it to everyone, I’ll even come down with your papa to watch you play.” She’s seen the smile he has when he plays and sings, it makes her soul lighter. If it weren’t for Miguel, she would have forgotten how much she too loved music. @stringofsouls

[lloronala]

stringofsouls replied: 

Awww.. but you sang so good "

❁ ❁  “  Just because I can sing, doesn’t mean I should sing for anyone. I’m not a songbird. Let that be a lesson for you too, m’ijo.  ”

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" Mama. I don't feel very good."

         Luisa had been putting Socorro to sleep in her arms, humming a soft lullaby, before the baby fell asleep in her mother’s arms, that was when she saw the door of her bedroom open to reveal her oldest. “Miguel, you should be going to school, mijo.” Lips parted in slight worry, as she got up when she saw him pale and looking sick. Putting Socorro down in the crib, she walked over to her son, placing a hand to his shoulder, and the back of her hand to his forehead, then his jaw, and to his neck. Abel used to lie to his parents and fake being sick to stay home from school, but she can see and feel her son wasn’t feeling well.

       “Aw, mijo, you have a high fever.. Go lay down, I’ll make you sopa and call your school, okay?” She walked him to his room and tucked him under his covers, brushing his bangs away as she went down to make the soup and tell her husband, letting him know to keep an eye on Socorro, so she could get Miguel better. Calling her son’s school, she called him in sick, before continuing to make the sopa for her poor boy. Once she finished, she brought a bowl of sopa to Miguel’s room. “Here, mijo, eat this.” @stringofsouls