Eternally sunny orange trees

Dona Teresha Garcia Sanchez lived mostly alone in a cozy little village near Seville. His grown-up grandson, Miguel Raffael, was a bit of a Bumford, a stout, but all the more kind-hearted man who almost blindly fulfilled all the requests of his elderly, widowed grandmother. If oranges had to be picked from the garden in the morning - which generally happened at 5-6 a.m. - then Miguel Raffael got out of his fluffy bed and went to work without socks.

The small village was famous for growing oranges. Here, nothing was thrown into the wastebasket with abject carelessness. Whether ripe, overripe, or just withered oranges, almost everything was used. Thus, the blood circulation of wealth could at least be constantly in motion. The locals already had a special respect for Dona Theresa, who repeatedly packed her small cart and took her delicious, fresh fruits to sell at the local market and to the original producers. He was blessed with such cow blood that there was a man on his feet who would have dared to beat him. He never discussed it again in his life.

It happened several times that when a cow was born somewhere, or new animals were born, Dona Theresa's competent care was needed in almost every house, and only in the last resort was a veterinarian called, who certainly could not help but praise Dona Theresa's ancient talent in the field of farming and animal husbandry.

Unfortunately, her granddaughter - of whom she was unbelievably proud - was by no means so popular with the surprisingly modern diva ladies, mainly from Madrid and Malaga. It is true that one or two ladies paid a friendly visit to Dona Theresa's hacienda, where the old lady used to take a siesta and rest in the company of colorful, exotic flowers and her favorite hydrangeas, and in such exceptional cases the widowed old mother did not fail to note and speak to the grandson of one eye:

"Sweet son!" What kind of woman do you think I am? What kind of women do you bring to my house?! D****t! - he did not like to use ugly, indecent words, only if he managed to upset him a lot.

"But mommy!" I really didn't think so! You see, I wanted to invite Marjorie Raffaela to join us, because she would have liked to meet you! - the adult man said with his head lowered.

"Shut up, you naughty child!" First let me take a look at him from head to toe! �" the old widow got up from her wicker chair with some difficulty and, like a judging judge from the Old Testament, looked around the very stylish and pretty young woman from the city to see if she would be a suitable woman for her grandson. In spite of social status, there were places where such things were taken deadly seriously. It was like a pistol duel - indeed between two temperamental women.

"I was informed that you would like to talk to me, Marjorie Raffaela?" - he measured the lady with suspicious, narrowed, staring eyes.

"Yes Dona Theresa!" I am really glad to meet you! Your farm and house are beautiful.

"Come on, my dear!" - he waved lightly. �" The bigger a house, the more expert care it requires! Not true?!

The young lady nodded approvingly.

"Why did you come to me?" - it was an open question that almost turned hostile. He's brutally honest.

"Something caught my eye in Miguel Raffael!" And the respect and love with which Dona Theresa spoke of you is truly praiseworthy! - he praised her and her grandson's noble virtues with a restrained, modest smile.

"This is all very beautiful my sweet girl, but I want to hear the truth!" What brought you here? - he crossed his two stubby, stout arms in front of him.

"I was curious about this cozy little village!" The orange trees here are beautiful and unique! �" as if the young, pretty lady had intentionally drifted further away from the requested truth with every sentence. However, the old woman was pleased with the answer, because she invited him to lunch.

"Please stay here for lunch!" We have empanadas and chicken paella and orange ice cream for dessert. - he took her hands and patted them as if she were already his bosom girlfriend.

"That sounds really great!" he answered modestly. "Can I help you with anything?" - he offered his intention to help.

"In this household, every helping hand is sure to sell out." Please check where is Miguel Raffael? He should have picked the oranges a long time ago.

"I'm already looking for it!" - plucking one paw after the other, he stormed off. It was only now that he really regretted that he had bought shoes with slightly stiletto heels, which now really put a torturous pressure on his feet.

Miguel Raffael went about his daily business in the pleasant shade of the exotic orange trees, humming to his heart's content and singing in a low voice. He loved to sing since he was a child, because he learned that when a person is sad or very happy, singing frees the restless soul from further torment. Maybe that's why he didn't notice that Marjorie quietly sneaked up behind him and was already holding both of his hands with her two tiny hands.

- So who am I? he giggled sweetly.

"Wow!" An exotic princess? Or the maharaja's daughter? The owner is free!

"Well, me, you little fool!" - really collapsed into his arms and a romantic kiss followed. "I talked to your grandmother!" A fantastically strong, determined and resilient woman! It's unbelievable how much he has accomplished. he enthused.

- Oh well! Undoubtedly! He was brought up to work since the age of eight. I feel that he may have become a little bitter over time.

- Come on! You should rather enjoy life and this fantastic house!

- I sincerely wish it were like this, but ever since my grandfather died unexpectedly and the economic wheel is turning a little more difficult, the fire and enthusiasm seemed to disappear from my grandmother as well. But it seems you immediately found common ground with him! Tell me? What's your secret?

�" I think it is very important that people should be valued and respected, but at the same time the main emphasis should be placed on getting to know each other and not on sympathy. It's so touching that your grandma adores you so much!

"Well, thank you very much!" Would you like to help?

"Of course!" You're very welcome! �" with that, Marjorie picked up a small basket and started picking oranges from the trees.

�" Which fell off by itself, and the bad oranges must be collected in a separate basket! Miguel Raffael warned.

- Thank you for telling me! �" after a while, the young lady picked the fistfuls of oranges one after the other so skilfully that it was almost a pleasure to watch while working.

They were so absorbed in their work that they didn't even notice the bells ringing at noon, so they only noticed that Dona Theresa limped over to them with a cane and inspected the fruits of their labor.

"My sweet son and daughter!" It's almost time for lunch! Leave everything here, and then continue! Come! You can sit next to it! - he asked, and none of them wanted to miss such a kind invitation.

Marjorie was pleasantly surprised and blushed when Miguel Raffael politely pulled out a chair for first his grandmother and then before him, and after the two women especially dear to his heart had sat down, he was the last to sit at the table. And although he was supposed to be sitting on the head of the family's chair, he rather thought that he was sitting on his favorite childhood chair and on a medium-sized stool that his grandfather had carved for him.

"I hope you like my cooking!" Check it out before it gets cold!

With that, the three of them started eating lunch. Miguel Raffael could hardly take his eyes off his exotically beautiful girlfriend, while Dona Theresa smiled brightly under her non-existent mustache, and her beating heart was truly happy that her grandson could finally find a match.