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Margot

April 15, 2024
By HannahRainK SILVER, New York, New York
HannahRainK SILVER, New York, New York
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Judit nyolcvan éves. Nagy szeme van, és nagyon jól néz ki lilában. 

Judith is eighty. She has big eyes and looks pretty in purple.

Elszívott egy csomag winstont naponta, mind a nyolcvan évben. 

She has smoked a pack of Winstons a day, every day, for all eighty of those years.

Művészetet gyűjt, művészetet árult, és művészetet tanult. 

She collects art, she used to sell art, and she studied art.

Jogi egyetemre járt, és hétszer próbált átmenni a kamarán. Ezt soha nem érte el

She went to law school, and tried to pass the bar seven times, she never quite achieved that one

 

Hét szívrohamot kapott. De túl makacs az orvoshoz. 

She has had seven heart attacks. Yet she is too stubborn for the doctor.

Sokat törődik a súlyával. Ő csak csont. 

She cares a lot about her weight, she is only water and bone. 

Margotnak hív, de nem emlékeztetem rá, hogy nem az én nevem. 

She calls me Margot, but I don't remind her it's not my name.

 

Órákig tud beszélni, de egy szóra sem emlékszik, amit mondott. 

She can talk for hours, but won't remember a word she spoke.

Egy nagy, nedves puszit fog adni az arcára. 

She will give you a big, wet kiss on the cheek. Without even knowing who you are.

Tele van annyi szeretettel, hogy körbejárja, elhalványul. 

Filled with so much love to go around, she is fading away.

 

Olyan okos volt és mindig olyan bájos

She was so smart and ever so charming

Barátok minden csapossal a környéken

Friends with every bartender in the area

Én voltam a kedvence, remélem emlékszik rá. 

I used to be her favorite, I hope she remembers that.


The author's comments:

I am a High School Junior at The Nightingale-Bamford School in New York City.  I serve as a featured columnist for,The Spectator, Nightingale's school newspaper. I am an aspiring writer hoping to study American Studies in College. 

My grandma was born in Budapest, but she was born into hiding. She was 7 when she escaped to Long Island. Her bravery and her intelligence are beyond admirable. Yet, she is losing herself to memory loss. I created a portrait of someone I love, but she is no longer herself and I wanted to demonstrate this without saying it upfront. Writing it in Hungarian was a harder creative choice, but my grandma best remembers her memories in Hungarian so it felt most appropriate.  I chose to include her culture that has also faded away with generations.  


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