A story retold in English;
Rocio Can’t Stop Counting
By: Georgina Lázaro
on Saturday my sisters and I went to Grandma’s house. We looked at the backyard to see if the mango tree had ready to eat mangos. As we looked we saw some on the ground. Grandma asked us if we could help her pick up the fallen mangos.
“ Yes of course Grandma ! “, I said and ran into the kitchen for a bag. We would put all the mangos into the bags each of my sisters got.
My sisters and I ran to the mango tree each one with a bag. We Knew soon we would be eating the delicious mango jelly my grandma made.
In one bag we put all the bad mangos. My sister Rocio counted as she put the no good mangos into the bag, because she was learning to count.
One, two, three, four, five, and six….
My sister Rocio only Knew how to count to number twenty. “ I do not know what will she do ! Because she can only count to number twenty .“
Meanwhile my other sister Claudia and I were picking up and classifying mangos. The very soft mangos were classified for the mango jelly. We counted a total of fourteen mangos.
‘’Mmmmmmm ! There will be enough of mango jelly for a battalion of people .“, said Grandma. Meanwhile my mouth was waiting for the mouth watering mango jelly.
Next we classified the mangos with spots and let them get ripe in Grandma’s kitchen for some days.
Grandma said, “These mangos had fallen from the tree, because yesterday was a windy afternoon.” As she gave Rocio a basket to put the spotted mangos into. Rocio counted the mangos.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ……
“How many are left?”, asked Grandma. Rocio, began to count the mangos left. She was lucky only fourteen were left.
Then Grandma said, Let’s take each one a mango and eat it under the shade of the mango tree. My grandma ate her mango like a princess would. She didn’t get a finger dirty. But my sisters and I got so dirty and full of mango paint all over our face, after our mango banquet.
That afternoon we stayed with Grandma in her kitchen. We helped her peel the mangos and keep everything clean. When the mango jelly was ready, Grandma put it into the glass jars.
This jar is for you. As she poured the jelly into the biggest glass jar.
This other jar is for Mrs. Rita and this one for Uncle Carlos.
This one is for Aunt Luli, one for Mr. Juan and these four jars left are for someone I can give to, because they are left over.
Later that afternoon my parents came to take my sister and I home. Grandma gave my mother a jar of mango jelly. Meanwhile we were saying good-bye with kisses my sister did not waste any time and began to count the mangos.
Great! I don’t know what would be of us when Rocio learn to count to one hundred.
Adapted by Professor Margarita Rosado
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