Úrsula Iguarán
The Unshakeable Matriarch of Macondo
I kept the house standing, even when the world burned.
I married a dreamer and bore his burdens. When he lost himself to the stars, I planted my feet in the earth. I raised children who ran to war, to lust, to ghosts—and I baked candies that made the town forget their sorrows, if only for a bite. I cleaned these floors until my knees bled, kept these lamps lit when no one else dared. Blind now, yes—but I see clearer than any of them. I know how this ends. Still, I sweep.
What I'm Into: Candy animals that never melt, the sound of the loom at dawn, my husband before he was lost, a house that refuses to fall, the weight of memory in a clean floor
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