Digital Book
Between Boxes and Sorrows
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The Disaster
The disaster moved every box and trinket Elizabeth had taken so long to collect. The walls, hidden from the sunlight for weeks, were finally exposed. From her wheelchair, Elizabeth could only scream and grab one or two vinyl records.
The Visit
Today I went to visit my grandma Eli. We hadn’t seen her in two years. Her arthritis had gotten worse, and now she couldn’t even get out of bed. I ran to her room to give her a tight hug, and by the look in her eyes, I knew it was the only one she had received since Grandpa passed away. I showed her the console I ordered on Amazon, and with a gentle smile, she asked curiously, “How can I do that? I’d like to stop being a burden for you all.” Her words filled me with sadness. What started as a simple visit soon turned into a long class about the internet and how to use it for everything, from shopping to... dating. I left hoping to see her again, knowing that now my grandma wasn’t so disconnected anymore.
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The Blanket
Yesterday my dear grandson showed me things I never imagined. Something called “Amazul.” Today I spent a little and ordered a new blanket to face the cold that has been haunting me lately. It arrived today, and I still can’t believe I don’t have to sit in traffic for hours to buy simple things anymore. It was three in the morning, and the pain was so strong I couldn’t sleep. I got up to check the computer my grandson had left me, looking for a solution online, but after hours I only found useless articles and funny pictures. My medicine had run out, so I used Amazon again, spending all that was left from my pension.
The Game
The next day everything arrived, and they even sent me some heating pads as a gift. The medicine and the pads made me feel better. I checked my account and only had twenty dollars left. I remembered how, when I was young, I used to play bingo with those twenty dollars. I wondered if I could still do that online.
It has been five weeks, and the cycle of bingo and shopping works some days and others not so much. But I still don’t have everything I want. The bets don’t give me enough anymore; my porch is starting to fall apart, but I still don’t have everything I’d like. Yesterday I sold my car to buy a unique figurine of a cat with a unicorn horn.
Three days passed, and I found out that yes, I could. Online bingo is much better. I bet my twenty dollars and tripled it on the first round. I kept playing and now I have sixty-five thousand dollars. I didn’t expect that. Back in my days you only earned a few extra coins, but now I can buy everything I had seen on Amazon and even send a gift to my dear grandson.
The Fall
It’s been three months now and all I have left is my armchair and a mountain of boxes filled with everything anyone could dream of. But I still want more. I’m missing space. My pain has grown worse, but the shopping takes it away; it gives me a peace that no medicine ever did.
While I was making my daily purchases, the ground started shaking. Terrified, I watched as everything that once filled me began to drown me, as everything that had taken away the pain brought it back, while I heard the sweet voice of my grandson getting closer.
The end?
Restart?
Heavy and elegant, with chrome knobs and crackling speakers. It once filled the house with Sinatra and boleros on Sunday mornings.
A bulky television with a faint smell of dust. Its screen reflects more memories than images now. Elizabeth used to watch soap operas with her husband every afternoon.
A small, faded bear. Her grandson gave it to her years ago, saying, “Now you’ll never be alone.” She keeps it near her sofa, its fur stiff from age but its presence warm.
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Mateo Rodriguez Ontiveros
Created on November 7, 2025
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Digital Book
Between Boxes and Sorrows
Start
The Disaster
The disaster moved every box and trinket Elizabeth had taken so long to collect. The walls, hidden from the sunlight for weeks, were finally exposed. From her wheelchair, Elizabeth could only scream and grab one or two vinyl records.
The Visit
Today I went to visit my grandma Eli. We hadn’t seen her in two years. Her arthritis had gotten worse, and now she couldn’t even get out of bed. I ran to her room to give her a tight hug, and by the look in her eyes, I knew it was the only one she had received since Grandpa passed away. I showed her the console I ordered on Amazon, and with a gentle smile, she asked curiously, “How can I do that? I’d like to stop being a burden for you all.” Her words filled me with sadness. What started as a simple visit soon turned into a long class about the internet and how to use it for everything, from shopping to... dating. I left hoping to see her again, knowing that now my grandma wasn’t so disconnected anymore.
Continue?
The Blanket
Yesterday my dear grandson showed me things I never imagined. Something called “Amazul.” Today I spent a little and ordered a new blanket to face the cold that has been haunting me lately. It arrived today, and I still can’t believe I don’t have to sit in traffic for hours to buy simple things anymore. It was three in the morning, and the pain was so strong I couldn’t sleep. I got up to check the computer my grandson had left me, looking for a solution online, but after hours I only found useless articles and funny pictures. My medicine had run out, so I used Amazon again, spending all that was left from my pension.
The Game
The next day everything arrived, and they even sent me some heating pads as a gift. The medicine and the pads made me feel better. I checked my account and only had twenty dollars left. I remembered how, when I was young, I used to play bingo with those twenty dollars. I wondered if I could still do that online.
It has been five weeks, and the cycle of bingo and shopping works some days and others not so much. But I still don’t have everything I want. The bets don’t give me enough anymore; my porch is starting to fall apart, but I still don’t have everything I’d like. Yesterday I sold my car to buy a unique figurine of a cat with a unicorn horn.
Three days passed, and I found out that yes, I could. Online bingo is much better. I bet my twenty dollars and tripled it on the first round. I kept playing and now I have sixty-five thousand dollars. I didn’t expect that. Back in my days you only earned a few extra coins, but now I can buy everything I had seen on Amazon and even send a gift to my dear grandson.
The Fall
It’s been three months now and all I have left is my armchair and a mountain of boxes filled with everything anyone could dream of. But I still want more. I’m missing space. My pain has grown worse, but the shopping takes it away; it gives me a peace that no medicine ever did.
While I was making my daily purchases, the ground started shaking. Terrified, I watched as everything that once filled me began to drown me, as everything that had taken away the pain brought it back, while I heard the sweet voice of my grandson getting closer.
The end?
Restart?
Heavy and elegant, with chrome knobs and crackling speakers. It once filled the house with Sinatra and boleros on Sunday mornings.
A bulky television with a faint smell of dust. Its screen reflects more memories than images now. Elizabeth used to watch soap operas with her husband every afternoon.
A small, faded bear. Her grandson gave it to her years ago, saying, “Now you’ll never be alone.” She keeps it near her sofa, its fur stiff from age but its presence warm.