LA AMIGA DE MAMÁ

 Aunque ha llovido mucho desde entonces, nunca llegué a perdonar completamente a aquella amiga de mamá. Amelia se llamaba. Estaría faltando a la verdad si no reconozco que en realidad era una mujer muy cariñosa. No sé si ella percibía la frialdad con que respondía a sus saludos, siempre llenos de besos y afectuosos apretones, con que abrían nuestros frecuentes encuentros. Llegaba a casa en las tardes, a la hora del café. Como tantos otros, quitaba el gancho de la puerta y entraba sin llamar. Con bulliciosa alegría anunciaba su acostumbrada visita. Cuando rondaban las tres de la tarde, amigos y vecinos se reunían en la cita diaria, con el pretexto de tomar un buchito de la aromática bebida. Mi madre hubiese tenido éxito de haber podido abrir un emprendimiento de cafetería en aquella época. El desfile de comensales, que pasaban por casa a saborear su café, garantizaría la rentabilidad del negocio. El colador de tela esperaba, con el café molido, por el agua que comenzaba a hervir en el fogón. La primera colada era de color tan oscuro, que a vista, delataba su fuerte sabor. Luego le seguía otra más clara, la popular sambumbia dulzona, que tomábamos los más pequeños acompañada de un pedazo de pan para merendar. No guardé en la memoria el motivo que provocaba el comportamiento de Amelia que tanto me disgustaba. Puede ser porque no llegaba a los cinco años cuando todo sucedió. Lo que sí nunca pude olvidar fue la impresión que me provocara la monstruosa transformación que, en segundos, sufría la mujer. Escondiendo su cara, para que no la vieran, Amelia se volteaba los párpados superiores, dejando al descubierto el globo ocular. El toque final lo lograba proyectando hacia afuera de la boca la dentadura postiza que usaba. Al volverse, mostraba de golpe, la grotesca transformación de su rostro. Al parecer se divertía con el miedo que se dibujaba en nuestros semblantes infantiles. Aquella imagen que tanto me asustaba, aun sigue logrando mi repulsión, al cabo de tantos años.  Hoy el #MensajeDiario es [**false teeth**](https://peakd.com/hive-161155/@daily.prompt/11-june-2025-mariannewests-freewrite-writing-prompt-day-2764-false-teeth) Gracias por su amable lectura.   #### MOM'S FRIEND  Although it has rained a lot since then, I never completely forgave that friend of my mother's. Her name was Amelia. I would be untruthful if I did not recognize that she was really a very affectionate woman. I don't know if she perceived the coldness with which I responded to her greetings, always full of kisses and affectionate squeezes, with which she opened our frequent encounters. She would come home in the afternoons, at coffee time. Like so many others, she would remove the hook from the door and enter without knocking. With boisterous joy he would announce his customary visit. When it was around three o'clock in the afternoon, friends and neighbors would gather for the daily rendezvous, under the pretext of having a sip of the aromatic beverage. My mother would have been successful if she had been able to open a coffee shop at that time. The parade of diners, who passed by the house to savor their coffee, would guarantee the profitability of the business. The cloth strainer waited, with the ground coffee, for the water that began to boil on the stove. The first brew was so dark in color that at first glance it revealed its strong flavor. Then followed a lighter one, the popular very sweet *sambumbia* , which the little ones drank with a piece of bread as a snack. I did not keep in my memory the reason for Amelia's behavior that upset me so much. Maybe because I was not even five years old when it all happened. What I could never forget was the impression that the monstrous transformation that the woman underwent in seconds made on me. Hiding her face from view, Amelia would flip her upper eyelids, exposing her eyeball. The final touch was achieved by projecting the false teeth she wore out of her mouth. When he turned around, he suddenly showed the grotesque transformation of his face. Apparently she was amused by the fear that was drawn on our childish faces. That image that frightened me so much, still continues to repulse me, after so many years.  Today's #DailyPrompt is [**false teeth**](https://peakd.com/hive-161155/@daily.prompt/11-june-2025-mariannewests-freewrite-writing-prompt-day-2764-false-teeth) Thank you for your kind reading.  _{*Contenido original de ✏️ Original content by @leopard0 Escrito original en Español ✒️ Translated with [DeepL.com](https://www.deepl.com/es/translator) (free version) Imágenes referenciadas 📸 Referenced images*}