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The grandmother Alicia was seated in the armchair, where only a splendid sky could be appreciated, full of stars that filled with peace and tranquility to that small village the miracielos, where they lived for thousands of years.
In those times the stories were told in a different way, so that they would frighten...
She remembered with joy and we were attentive, very attentive to her.
She gathered every night with a group of children. She told them very nice stories and others that make the nerves stand on end. The children remained in a deep silence, listening.
Well, they say, ghosts hid in old houses...
Or behind one, to take off the hat...
Even though they were very young, they all enjoyed the stories, the stories, the memories of Grandma Alice.
-I like those stories," said one girl.
-They make me laugh and I enjoy when she moves her arms and changes her voice, with that art of the best storytellers.
-A neighbor comments, from the house where the teacher Valeria sells ice cream.
-It's a lot of fun. Nicolas adds.
Suddenly they dispersed and began to run around. Suddenly they calmed down. They stared at the sky and said: ¨mira that which forms of corazón¨
-that's me.
Everyone who kept looking for star shapes.
-Come on, my kids, it's too late to go to sleep. Tomorrow he has to go to school. Grandmother Alicia used to say.
Every one doesn't say goodbye with a big hug and a big kiss.
Curiously, that farewell night she was crying. The next day, she didn't come to tell stories. They were worried. When they saw that she didn't arrive, they went to look for her. They knocked on the door. They shouted: ¨! Grandma, Grandma Alice! ¨ She wasn't going out. Did she die?" asked Alexander.
A saint can't die, José Austin replied in a low voice.
The boys and girls of the neighborhood, out of respect, didn't want to move forward in the house. Something stops them. More pigeons approached from the side of the kitchen. A large mirror in the living room and next to it some photographs. Some books on the table and the dog that was on the sofa, as if taking care of some leftovers.
What was the surprise. Grandma Alicia was lying on the floor. She was dying. They helped her. Others went out to get help. José Agustín opened a notebook that night and wrote the famous story of the grandmother who took care of them from the sky.
The armchair she used to tell stories. They took it to the library, where a room was created with the name of the grandmother of the fantastic stories.
