Tu Nombre~|Camilo Madrigal|~

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟤

I woke up when I heard birds chirping loudly right outside my window. The sun streaming in, blinding me. It made me groan as I slipped out of bed, rubbing my eyes.

My stomach grumbled and I forgot I hadn't eaten dinner last night. I slowly opened the creaking door and walked downstairs.

It was extremely quiet, for the first time in a while, and all I could sense was the smell of fresh food cooking. I waltzed down the stairs and peered into the kitchen to see Abuela up already and cooking.

"Good morning dear." She glanced at me and smiled as I returned the favour and sat across from her.

"Are you always up so early?" I asked and she nodded, wiping her hands on her apron before stopping for a second.

I frowned, confused on what she was doing. "Wait here querida (dear)." She said to me and quickly shuffled off and down the hall way.

I sat, confused and curious as to what she could possibly be doing. The strong smell of her cooking overtaking my senses as I smelt smoke start to rise. Shit. My eyes widened and I bolted to the stove, quickly turning down the heat and stirring whatever mixture was brewing.

"Anitaaaa." I heard a voice sing as I saw Abuela slowly running down the hallways holding a wrapped box in the air and she sang my name.

I snickered as she came round the corner, a playful grin masking her face. She came to an abrupt stop when she saw me mixing the pot and smoke filling the air.

She quickly placed the box on the table and ran over to the window above the sink and opened it.

"Oh my goodness, thankyou querida." Taking the pot off the stove and grabbing a tea towel waving it around in the air to get rid of the smoke.

We both laughed as we swung tea towels around in the air.

"What. Is. Going. On?" We whipped our heads over to the staircase where papá was groggily wiping his eyes and was very worried and almost looked as if he were concerned.

"Uhhh, Columbian ritual?" I stood still and answered...waiting a little before doing a small jig with the tea towel.

"..right. Ok, what's this?" He turned his attention to the wrapped box in the table and pointed at it.

"Ah no, vete, no viste nada, vete, ahora vete, vete." (Ah no, go, you didn't see anything, go, now go, go.) She mumbled a bunch of Spanish words and tried to 'shoo' him out of the kitchen but he didn't budge.

"Mamááá..." he warned in a deep voice and she stopped trying to push him away.

"Por el amor de Dios (for goodness sake)." She grumbled and put her hands on her hips and gestured me over to the box.

"For me?" She nodded and I made my way over to the table. Dad gave Abuela a questioning look but she ignored him and looked back to me.

I looked over at the box that had been wrapped in yellow paper and tied with red string. I slowly untied it and moved the paper and string off to the side. I took off the lid and my eyes widened as I saw what was inside. I went to reach for it but papá closed the lid before I could.