thoughts to devour.
 
    The cake was delicious, Tita is a marvelous cook. This is why I don't understand why everyone is throwing it up. Of all my years cooking and baking, never once have I seen a few tears ruin a cake.
    I can't watch them vomit, its making me whoozy. I think I'll wait in my room for a while. Ah, today was so beautiful! If only the cake wouldn't have made everyone sick...
     I remember my fiance`: his long black hair and bronze skin. I even have a picture, right here, yes, here he is; my beautiful fiance`.
    We were standing together under the bridge where we first met; his arm was wrapped around me, & we both smiled a smile that only lovers could posses. The sun did him no justice - he seemed to shine all on his own.
    My head is starting to hurt - I think there are some leaves around here somewhere to ease the pain. Ah, here they are. I think I'll lay down for a little bit too, I feel light headed.
    Ah, I could stare at my love forever. I hope I will be able to keep this picture until I die, I want it to be the last thing I see before I go into the sky.
    Oh, the memories are wonderful, but I musn't lay here forever. I should probably see about Tita and see what is wrong with the cake, Rosaura's probably very upset, I should check on her too...



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