Excerpt from The Z Redemption
Chapter 2
Stepping through the Ruins of Love
Mazatlán, México
1986
Ana Sofía Valdez was a child who loved deeply and was loved deeply, and she had been born with a generous and compassionate heart. As she became a beautiful young lady, she responded to her increasingly curvaceous body by dressing in romantic style. Maybe it was because she was the last of six girls or because her mother bore such heavy responsibilities of a large family of means or because her father was an older and kind gentleman experienced in life that young Ana had such an old soul. She loved old-fashioned, romantic, Hollywood movies; happy endings; ball room dancing; love ballads; and older, tender boys.
In Spanish the verb describing being born is in the active tense. It is something a person does, not something happening to a person. The beautiful way of saying that her mother gave birth to her in Spanish is that her mother Lili gave Ana to light. Mothers do that in Mexico. They give their children to light.
Lili came to work in the housewares store that Ana’s father Javier started in the historic downtown section of Mazatlán. She was seventeen and he was thirty-nine. Once Javier met Lili, he was a man in love all his life. He married a young beautiful girl with common sense and reserve, a perfect person to manage the large family he wanted to have once he got established financially. In the first months before children, Javier came home at lunch every day and made love to his wife. After the children arrived, he came home to have lunch every day with his family, a tradition seldom breached. He adored each of his daughters, and he could not believe his good fortune to have six of them. The last of them was Ana, and she was the first daughter to look like him. Definitely she inherited his love of the classics, education, the arts, and all things Mexican. She also had something that delighted Javier to the end of his days: a voracious appetite to devour life and to experience the untried.
Ana attributed her romantic yearnings and love of life to this father whom she adored. He was the man of her life, and as a child she never expected that she would ever find a man as wonderful as her dad when she grew up.
She fell in love for the first time at fifteen in a way that she had never imagined.
Stepping through the Ruins of Love
Mazatlán, México
1986
Ana Sofía Valdez was a child who loved deeply and was loved deeply, and she had been born with a generous and compassionate heart. As she became a beautiful young lady, she responded to her increasingly curvaceous body by dressing in romantic style. Maybe it was because she was the last of six girls or because her mother bore such heavy responsibilities of a large family of means or because her father was an older and kind gentleman experienced in life that young Ana had such an old soul. She loved old-fashioned, romantic, Hollywood movies; happy endings; ball room dancing; love ballads; and older, tender boys.
In Spanish the verb describing being born is in the active tense. It is something a person does, not something happening to a person. The beautiful way of saying that her mother gave birth to her in Spanish is that her mother Lili gave Ana to light. Mothers do that in Mexico. They give their children to light.
Lili came to work in the housewares store that Ana’s father Javier started in the historic downtown section of Mazatlán. She was seventeen and he was thirty-nine. Once Javier met Lili, he was a man in love all his life. He married a young beautiful girl with common sense and reserve, a perfect person to manage the large family he wanted to have once he got established financially. In the first months before children, Javier came home at lunch every day and made love to his wife. After the children arrived, he came home to have lunch every day with his family, a tradition seldom breached. He adored each of his daughters, and he could not believe his good fortune to have six of them. The last of them was Ana, and she was the first daughter to look like him. Definitely she inherited his love of the classics, education, the arts, and all things Mexican. She also had something that delighted Javier to the end of his days: a voracious appetite to devour life and to experience the untried.
Ana attributed her romantic yearnings and love of life to this father whom she adored. He was the man of her life, and as a child she never expected that she would ever find a man as wonderful as her dad when she grew up.
She fell in love for the first time at fifteen in a way that she had never imagined.
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