When I was a child, my grandmother told me stories, what the world was like many years ago. She did not see it, but she tells the stories our ancestors told us.

The story that I like the most is that of the Northern Cardinals, they are very red birds, they sing a lot and very beautiful. My grandmother fed them red things, like tomatoes and watermelon to preserve their color.

She says that the Northern Cardinals are that color because the gods paint them with blood, the blood that carries the life of beings, strength, and passion. That's why the Cardinals are so energetic.

At the end of the days, the color decays to be more grayish red, which means that the force is extinguished and it is time to leave. I remember her grayish hair.

My grandmother also believed that when we leave this world we go to a place where we are with the family, I hope it is true because I want to hear more stories.