Growing up with no shining lights
Four decades later I realize how much of an impact the non-shining lights had in my childhood.
Shining path a terrorist group born in the altitudes of Peru, with the idea of fighting for the people, launched its war to overthrow the government and install a new democracy, dimming our lights along their path.
Appalling atrocities were committed, scarring our national pride and defining who we are today.
My grandma took care of me while my mom worked long hours.
Lighting candles to do my homework would be our ritual. I cuddled with my grandma not knowing the real truth behind our dark nights.
While my grandma would listen to the news on the radio about attacks and deaths out there, I, with my vivid child imagination, would picture these men as big giant monsters hiding in every corner.
I am deeply scared of the dark and unlit areas. I always think my imaginary giant monsters from the past will come out of their hiding.
Whenever I'm faced with a dark path in life, I light a white candle in my mind, like the ones my grandma kept in the drawer and cuddle in her lap waiting for the bright light to shine again.