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Hello everyone because this is my diary and I can’t stop thinking about this I want to share that the front door to my family’s farm house was broken and the only way to get inside was to climb onto a ledge 3 or 4 feet off the ground, using a stepladder
And I grabbed my 84 year old grandmother (who is NOT senile and does not, in theory, need to be monitored like a toddler) by the shoulders and I spoke to her clearly, in Spanish, “Abuela, promise me you will not try to climb up and down without help. If you feel like going outside I WILL HELP YOU. As many times as you need help. We’ll get the door fixed but until then you do NOT go up or down that ladder without me or my mom helping you. I want you to look me in the eye and PROMISE ME. Because I love you and I’m worried you’ll get hurt. Do you understand? Do you promise?”
And she said all the right things and, as it turns out, LIED TO MY FACE because 12 hours later she (my 84 year old grandmother) jumped (THREE FEET) down onto solid concrete (THREE FEET DOWN) and fucking tucked and rolled like a paratrooper onto the grass, through some miracle, completely unharmed, and when I found her lying there I shrieked “ABUELA? SALTASTE?” (YOU JUMPED?) whereupon she (84) looked up at me and calmly said “Claro” (of course, or, obviously)
I do not know how she has not shattered every bone in her body but she got away with it without even a bruise. Anyway we fixed the front door.