Maria was her name. She lived in Mexico with two kids and her husband Pablo. Every day she would make Pabo fresh tortillas. She was madly in love with him. She had been making him tortillas for quite a while. It was a day like any other at her house. She was in the kitchen and the smell of tortillas wafted through the air. Her humming was the only noise that was in the room and her children were at their school.
That day everything was ready to go. The tortillas were made and Maria was on her way to drop them off at Pablo’s construction area. Only she found him with another woman. In less than a minute, her smile had vanished, just like that…gone. The awful feelings came and she cried rivers. Now, she felt nothing but hatred toward him. She got home and found her children fast asleep.
Maria took both of them down to the nearest river. She wore a long white dress, her silky black hair was loose. She got both of the children’s heads and plunged down into the river. They struggled to make her stop it but it didn’t go on for long. She let let go of their pale white lifeless bodies and watched them float down the river.
She let out a high pitched cry,”Mis hijos!” and another, “Mis hijos!”
Now she walks down the riverbank in search of her two lifeless kids. Her cries are still heard every once in awhile. She’s still in her white dress with her long black hair still loose. But don’t worry, take care of your children or don’t be surprised if you find their bodies in the river.