A Family Gift

By Marta Martín Girón

Many times things happen to us that we cannot explain, situations that cause us pain because we do not understand them. We even blame fate for our misfortune or unhappiness, for our illness or that of a loved one, for our shortcomings or limitations. 
But what if all this is a gift that is passed on from generation to generation to heal someone other than our ancestors?
What if our experiences are the fruit of past experiences, of our transgenerational memory? 
What if physical ailments brought a message that could be biodecoded? 
What if we became aware of all those experiences and healed our problems? Would we feel free? Would we regain our health? Would we redirect our path and find new goals? 
This book is based on a true story, on the author's own experiences of circumstances in her life that she could not understand but that she knew were not accidental. 
Together with her you will see how she advanced on a path she never would have imagined, surrounded and conditioned by the influences of the patterns inherited from the ancestral energy of her clan.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Mar 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781071535080

Book preview

Sophia's birthday

Marina entered the portal of her sister's house. She was carrying everything she could; the bag on one shoulder, the bag of gifts in one hand, and in the other, a backpack containing all the necessary things for babies. Behind her came her husband Andrew, pushing the cart of Ian and Noa, their two newborn twin babies. Behind the front door, Sophia, the youngest daughter of Marina's older sister, waited for them.

As soon as she turned the corner of the stairs, Sophia looked for a bag to tell that her birthday present was there. When she saw her aunt with the bags in her hands, she ran towards her but, as she reached her height, she saw that her uncle was coming right behind with the babies. Releasing a fleeting hello as she passed her aunt's side, the girl went straight to see her cousins. The rest no longer mattered. Her gift had passed into oblivion, as she only wanted to catch and kiss that pair of dolls full of life. For the moment, though, she would have to wait until she entered the house to do so.

Marina dropped the bags at the entrance to the house to help her husband and greet her niece.

Come here, you rascal! -said Marina to the little girl, hugging her to give her a kiss. She also gave him a hug.

How nice of you to come! And by the way, you're the last. All the others have arrived, Sofia said.

I thought so. We're a little late because your cousins had to eat, said the woman.

Well, it's all right. You know, Aunt, tonight I dreamt of Grandma Irene and she told me that you were going to give me a very important gift.

And what gift was that?" she said. -asked the woman with great interest.

The truth is, I don't know, she didn't tell me. All I could see was a slightly blurred image. I'd say it looked like a book that lit up.

The aunt looked into her eyes and could appreciate her expectant face. Marina was very happy every time her niece told her a dream about her mother. She had no doubt that she communicated with her grandmother through dreams, and what she had told her about the book was proof of that.

They all finished entering the house, left their coats in the guest room and greeted each other.

Inés was in the kitchen finishing taking out of the oven some bread that she had just made; Marina went to accompany her. Suddenly Sophie ran into the kitchen.

Aunt, I told my mother what I had dreamt, and she replied that you were going to explain it to me.

Explain what to you? She replied in surprise.

Yes, she told me to tell you the whole dream, that surely you could tell me something.

The dream of the luminous book, you say? I wanted to confirm Marina.

Yes, she replied quickly, waiting for an answer.

Well, do you remember anything else? -She waited as she watched as the girl tried to remember.

Yes, I remember that I was talking to the grandmother, and she told me that you were going to bring me an important gift, that I was going to like it very much and I was going to have it all my life. I saw in his hands something that looked like a book and light came out of it. Do you know what it is?

I have an idea of what it can be. Although, if that's what I think it is, it's not exactly a book.

And what is it? -she asked curiously.

It's a notebook I wrote a few years ago.

I mean, a book? -She tried to clarify herself.

Yeah, well, it's like a book, but not exactly, her aunt tried to explain.

In other words, the grandmother was right... -said the little one.

Even though Sophie used to talk to her dead grandmother in her dreams, she was surprised when she saw that her grandmother was anticipating some event for her.

And why did the book that grandmother taught me light up?

Marina smiled and jokingly replied, Your grandmother is an expert in making special effects.

She's funny, isn't she? -said the little girl with a broad smile.

Are we going to the living room with everyone? -asked Ines, cutting off the conversation.

Wait, wait, Mama! I just remembered that Grandma told me that the gift was also for you. She told me that you and Aunt Lara were going to read it first, and then I would read it, she explained to her mother.I replied that if it was a gift for me, why did you have to read it first? And she said to me, Because they are older than you."

At that moment Lara, Inés and Marina's little sister, entered the kitchen and could hear Sophia's explanation of her dream. Her glances crossed with speed until finally they were all deposited on Marina. After a few brief seconds of feeling observed, she began to laugh.

2You seem to have run out of words..." -the woman argued somewhat uncomfortably.

You're telling us what this is all about! -said her little sister Lara with an inquisitive and humorous tone.

I don't think you've heard very well because you've already reached the end, but don't worry, the summary is that I've brought Sophia a a book as a gift and, according to a dream she's had, my mother told her that you had to read it too, she replied as briefly and quickly as possible. Anyway, let's go to the dining room with the others, she nodded.

In a matter of seconds, they were all in the dining room celebrating Sofia's seventh birthday. For a few hours, they all forgot the little girl's dream. Until it was time to give her the presents and with that, the parade of bags, boxes and packages began. As she opened them, the others applauded and commented on the gifts. Behind each wrapping, Sophia found clothes, a costume, games... The little girl left for the end the presents of her uncles Andres and Marina. When her turn came, the attention of Inés and Lara also turned to them. The three of them were intrigued to know what that beautiful wrapper was hiding behind each one of them. Sophia quickly tore the first one, finding in it a notebook with golden motifs and hard magnetic covers that kept her interior protected. Sophia put the lid up and when she opened the notebook she saw that it was empty. There was nothing written inside. The girl turned looking for her aunt's gaze. She asked her with her surprising eyes. She automatically closed the notebook and released it next to the other gifts. She took the next package and opened it, this time slowly. He knew that this could be the gift that his grandmother said was so important.

Behind the paper he found a notebook exactly like the one he had just opened. The little girl looked surprised but did not take her eyes off the notebook. She examined it from the front and the back, and finally put the lid up. It was a notebook written with beautifully coloured pens. A smile escaped her as she thought: my luminous book.

As they were the last gifts, the attention on Sofia began to disperse. Of all but Inés, Lara and Marina; they were still attentive to the girl's movements and gestures. At the same time, Andrés did not lose attention about his wife, since he knew what that notebook had meant for her and now he was giving it to his niece.

How are you? Andrés asked Marina.

Well, She replied sweetly.

Are you all right, sure? -he insisted. There was a lot of affinity and empathy between them; almost without speaking they could know how the other felt.

For a moment I thought she was too young to understand the book. She has just turned seven. I was trying to remember how I thought when I was the same age and, to tell you the truth, I don't remember... -she said sincerely.

Don't worry about it, she thinks she's going to read it and, if she doesn't understand it now, she'll understand later. She'll have it there in case she ever needs it. I can probably serve your sisters more now... -she let go.

Maybe, he smiled.

Trust your intuition. If you wanted to give it to her today as a birthday present, it would be for a reason. Now you will also have to explain to her the things she doesn't understand, like you did to me in her day. Although, I don't know why, I think you'll have to explain something to your sisters before you do it with the girl - the two of them smiled with complicity.

After a few hours, all the guests began to leave. Marina and Andrés stayed a while longer because the twins had a shot. Marina took the girl. Andres, for his part, gave the boy to Inés so that he could join the boys and play a game at the console. At that moment, Sophia took the opportunity to sit next to her aunt and ask her.

Aunt, why did you give me a blank notebook?

So you can write whatever you want, replied the woman.

And the other notebook, did you write it?

Yes, she replied as she looked at her niece's face.

-And what did you write? -She insisted.

Well, I've written about things that have happened in my life, her aunt replied sincerely.

I was referring to why you wrote it, she said.

Ah, okay. I'll tell you. I wrote it because I thought it was a good idea to pick up some of the things that had happened to our relatives before we were born, and also because I realized that it was important to know about their lives in order to understand ours -Marina paused a little to see if the little girl understood what she wanted to say. Seeing that she didn't say anything to him, she continued talking. Actually, I really like to write and I do almost anything but, above all, to let off steam when something worries me or makes me feel bad. Do you understand me?

Sophia quickly linked the blank notebook to what her aunt had just told her.

So is the notebook for me to write down if I feel bad? -she asked.

Not exactly. You're very young right now and have other ways of venting, aren't you? -The little girl stared at her and made a face that she didn't understand what I was saying to her. What do you do when you get angry with your brother or anyone else?

The young woman reflected for a few moments and was able to answer him right away.

Well, sometimes I cry a lot and then it goes away; it depends on what I've done to myself. And don't tell him, but when I get very angry, sometimes I break something, he argued, lowering his voice so that no one else would hear it, without him knowing..." she whispered with a grimace.

Marina chuckled.

Well, it's all right, it's just another way to get rid of the anger you may have inside. Even if the shape isn't soft at all, the result is that, in a few minutes, you're all right, right?

Yes, I'll be all right in a minute, said the little girl with a smile.

-And do you forget what made you angry?

-Yes, then I don't remember," she replied, satisfied.

-Well, the blank notebook is similar. Sometimes, when you're older and you start to forget about these natural ways of letting off steam, you have to resort to other means, such as writing on a sheet of paper or notebook the things that make you feel bad.

"I understand that you're not going to use it now, but I've given it to you so that you'll know that we can all have a book where we can write down the things that worry us or that we don't understand, and that when we write it down, it helps us to forget more quickly what hurt us; and that we forgive it.

So when will I be able to use it? -The girl asked, letting it be known that she already felt like giving her new gift.

You can use it whenever you want, replied her aunt, appreciating what was happening. Besides, if you spend that one, we'll buy another one.

Then I can begin to write what my birthday party was like, she said, satisfied.

Yes, of course you can, you can write whatever you want, it's yours, answered the woman.

Sophia got up from the sofa and went to her room to leave the blank notebook on her desk. Her little head had already begun to think about what she would write about as soon as everyone went home. She let go of one notebook and took the other.

Marina was amazed at the conversation she had just had with her niece. At that moment she felt a new outbreak of tranquility for having given her that gift. He looked at Andrés in full fun with his nephew and brother-in-law. A grimace of satisfaction was drawn on her face when she remembered the doubts she had just a few hours ago, but now she was calm and convinced that it had been a good idea to make her that present.

At that moment, the girl burst into the living room again. Her mother looked at what was in her hands, and tried to hide a smile.

Sophia sat next to Marina again and watched for a few seconds as she fed her little cousin. Coming out of her self-absorption, she turned again to her aunt.

"Since Grandma told me