Contents Me in the Middle At the Bottom of a Little Box Chubby-cheeked Jelly Donut Invisible Tattoo Old-fashioned Conversations Whistling Girls A Sneeze and a Tragedy The Source of the Mysterious Voice People Braids
Would you like to know a secret that no one else even suspects Bisa Bea lives with me No one knows about her No one can see her You can search all over the house but you won’t find her If you look in the corner of a trunk or sniff under the rug or look behind a door you won’t find her If you want you can even look through the keyhole into my bedroom Will you see Bisa Bea I don’t think so Do you know why Bisa Bea lives with me but not beside me Bisa Bea lives very close to me Actually she lives inside me I didn’t know it until a few days ago I didn’t know until then that Bisa Bea even existed
At the Bottom of a Little Box The first time I saw Bisa Bea she was very well hidden I only found her because my mother was cleaning up My mother is very nice She doesn’t usually worry about neatness the way other mothers do Sometimes she leaves things all over the house and when she needs something she drives us crazy turning everything upside down But sometimes she goes on a real rampage She does a general cleaning as she likes to say She cleans and cleans and cleans for two or three days in a row She moves everything around rips up paper and piles up the old clothes she never wears She finds lots of things she thought she had lost She tosses old magazines into the trash and gives me lots of paper to use in my art class at school And she always has surprises for me like the sparkling colored necklace she found one day and gave me for my costume box It was during one of my mother’s general clean-ups that I met Bisa Bea It was like the story of the giant that my aunt loves to tell Have you heard it It goes something like this There was a rock in the ocean and inside the rock there was an egg and inside the egg there was a candle and whoever blew out the candle would kill the giant Of course there was no giant in my mother’s general clean-up No egg either But there was a pink candle from my first birthday
party which she kept as a souvenir inside my old shoe from when I was a baby But I am actually telling the story of the giant because I wanted to tell Bisa Bea’s story in the same way There was a closet inside my mother’s bedroom and inside the closet there was a trunk and inside the trunk there was a box and inside the box there was an envelope and inside the envelope there was a stack of pictures and in one of the pictures there was Bisa Bea I didn’t know this at first I came home from school and saw my mother’s bedroom door open the closet door open the trunk wide open and Mama sitting barefoot and her hair a mess with a box in her hand I kissed her and looked down at the box It was the most beautiful thing in the world A box made of different-colored woods some dark and some light forming patterns a landscape with a hill a little house a pine tree and a few clouds in the sky My mother opened this box and took a wrinkled gray envelope from the very bottom What’s inside it Mama I don’t remember Let’s have a look It’s full of things The envelope’s very thick And so it was stuffed with lots of photos There was one of a bunch of serious-looking people in a square There was another of a whole family with lots of kids and even a little dog gathered under the statue of Christ the Redeemer that sits on a mountain looking down over Rio There was still another of a little girl with ribbons in her hair sitting on a bush that looked like a camel Can you believe it I was impressed
