ISSN 2359-4101

Brazilian Literature in Translation / Literatura Brasileña en Traducción

Issue / Numero

year/año: 2012
issue/numero: # 03



Grandpa’s umbrella


Author | Autor: Carolina Moreyra


Translated by the author | Illustrated by Odilon Moraes


Grandpa lived at Grandma’s house.

Grandma lived far away.
But I visited her often.

She would bake a chocolate cake in the afternoon and we would call grandpa.
But he never came.

Grandpa didn’t like chocolate cakes
and never opened his bedroom window.

Grandpa didn’t like me running around the garden or making noise under his window.
And he also didn’t like when I played with his umbrella.

One day I thought he seemed different, and asked my dad if he was shrinking.

Dad got angry and told me to leave the room.
But Grandpa smiled, and his eyes were very small.

The other day I went to visit Grandma, but Grandpa wasn’t at home.

So I ran around the garden and sung under his window.

The window suddenly opened, but it was only Grandma.

I ran to the bedroom, but Grandpa wasn’t back yet.
I asked where he was. Grandma smiled, and her eyes were very small.

It was time to go home and the weather was terrible,
so Grandma told Dad to drive carefully.

It started to rain and she gave me an umbrella.
“Grandpa’s umbrella!” I said.
But they didn’t say anything.

I looked at Grandma’s house, and realised it wasn’t Grandpa’s house anymore.
And I got his umbrella as a gift.

When it rains, all the windows are closed, the gardens are wet,
and we can’t play outside.

Nobody likes it when it rains.
But I’m happy.
Because I know Grandpa is too.





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