The Elderly | La Anciana. (Microrrelato) [Eng/Esp]

Warm greetings to this great family of writers and literature lovers. Today's topic is of concern to a great majority, many say they do not want to reach that age. However, very few are those who really ponder what it is to grow old. Here is my post hoping it will please all the readers of the community.

I found her at the station sitting on a sidewalk, at first glance she was an elderly person totally disoriented. She told me she didn't know where she was going or where she came from. I took pity on her and took her to my house, and for the first time I was a good Samaritan. After a lot of research I found her address, I didn't say anything to surprise the family, I wanted to give them an unexpected joy, but I was the one who was surprised. The day I took her, when they opened the door two young people looked at each other with eyes of intelligence, without expressiveness in their faces. At the back of the room, there was another middle-aged lady, who did not hide her displeasure at seeing the old lady. I said nothing, and returned with the lady to her new home.

See you soon.

Saludos cordiales a esta gran familia de escritores y amantes de la literatura. El tema de hoy preocupa a una gran mayoría, muchos dicen que no quieren llegar a esa edad. Sin embargo, muy pocos son los que de verdad ponderan lo que es envejecer. A continuación mi post esperando sea del agrado de todos los lectores de la comunidad.

La encontré en la estación sentada en una banqueta, a simple vista era una persona de avanzada edad totalmente desorientada. Me dijo que no sabía a dónde iba ni de dónde venía. Al escucharla me compadecí y la llevé a mi casa, y por primera vez fui un buen samaritano. Después de muchas investigaciones encontré su dirección, no dije nada para sorprender a la familia, quería darles una alegría imprevista, pero el sorprendido fui yo. El día que la llevé, cuando abrieron la puerta dos personas jóvenes se miraron con ojos de inteligencia, sin expresividad en el rostro. Al fondo de la sala, había otra señora de mediana edad, que no ocultó su desagrado al ver a la anciana. No dije nada, y regresé con la señora a su nuevo hogar.

Nos vemos pronto.