Roots of the Heart
Reading time: 5 min
Roots of the Heart is a Realistic Fiction from Argentina set in the Contemporary This Poetic tale explores themes of Coming of Age and is suitable for Young. It offers Cultural insights. Maya’s heart is woven with stories of her family’s homeland, a place she’s only known through her grandmother’s tales. But when she embarks on a journey to uncover her roots, she discovers a deep connection that stretches across generations. In "Roots of the Heart," Maya learns that identity isn't bound to a single place; it's a tapestry of memories, love, and heritage. Follow Maya as she uncovers what it truly means to belong.
- Argentina
- Argentina
- Argentina
- Contemporary
- Realistic Fiction
- Young
- English
- Coming of Age
- Poetic
- Cultural
"Where are you from?" They ask Maya for the third time that week. Each time, her answer is met with puzzled looks. It’s not that she doesn't know; it’s that the question feels like a small puzzle with so many pieces. Is she from the place where she was born, the place where her mother grew up, or the country her father still calls home? Maya has stories, memories, and love scattered across continents, each woven into the fabric of who she is. And now, she's ready to find out just how deep her roots go.
The First Question
The first time Maya was asked where she was from, she was only six. Sitting on the playground bench, a classmate’s question stopped her mid-swing.
"Where are you from?"
Maya’s response was an easy one then, a straightforward answer: "I’m from here."
But the classmate persisted, frowning. "No, really, like, where are you *from*?"
Her mother explained later that some questions had layers, like the many layers of her grandmother’s empanadas, hidden between soft pastry and spicy filling. Over the years, Maya’s curiosity about her roots grew, sprouting questions of her own. It wasn’t just about answering others; it was about discovering herself.
Stories of the Past
The journey to answer the question began with her abuela, who lived with them in a small house in the heart of the city. Her abuela’s voice was like a warm song as she recounted tales of her homeland.
"Once," her abuela said, "our family lived in a valley where the mountains touched the sky, where the rivers sang louder than the city noise here." She’d tell Maya about the old market squares, the festivals, the songs, and the laughter that danced through those streets.
Each story wove into Maya's imagination, filling her dreams with images of a place she'd never seen. At night, she imagined running through fields her feet had never touched, under stars that were both familiar and unknown.
A Journey Begins
When Maya turned twelve, her parents surprised her with a trip to the very place she had dreamt about – her family's homeland. As the plane soared into the sky, Maya’s heart pounded with anticipation. She wasn’t sure what she would find, but she knew it would be a part of her, as if pieces of her heart were scattered across the earth, waiting to be collected.
After landing, she could feel the warmth of the sun on her face, different from the sunlight she was used to. It was a kind of warmth that wrapped around her like an embrace.
Her family greeted them with arms open wide, laughter, and joyous tears. Maya felt a flutter in her chest – was this the place she had been searching for?
The Mountain Path
One morning, Maya’s abuela took her to the mountains. It was a steep climb, the air filled with the scent of earth and wildflowers, sounds of birds she’d never heard. Her abuela’s steps were slow but sure as they made their way to the top, where the world seemed to stretch on forever.
"This is where I used to come when I needed to think," her abuela said, taking a deep breath. "It’s here that I found my peace."
Maya looked over the horizon, feeling a quiet strength. She sensed that this place, this view, was etched into her abuela’s heart, and now it was being etched into hers too.
"Sometimes," her abuela continued, "we are more than one place, one history. We carry the world inside us."
Maya felt it – the mountains, the valley, the rivers her abuela had spoken of. They were hers now, too.
Connecting the Threads
In the weeks that followed, Maya spent her days discovering the city streets and open fields, the bustling markets, and the quiet, ancient forests. Each sight and sound felt like she was piecing together a giant map within herself.
She collected stories from everyone she met: her cousins who told her about local traditions, her aunts who showed her how to make foods passed down through generations, and her uncles who shared legends of courage and resilience.
One evening, her abuela handed her a worn, faded journal. Inside were drawings, poems, and memories that generations before her had left behind.
"This," her abuela whispered, "is our family’s story."
The Answer Revealed
As her journey came to an end, Maya felt both full and emptied, as though she’d left part of herself there in the land, while carrying a piece of it back home with her.
On her last night, her abuela took her hand. "Remember, my niña, we are part of every place we have ever loved. When people ask where you’re from, you can say, ‘I am from all the places my heart calls home.’"
The words settled into Maya’s heart like seeds. The answer to the question she had always pondered was no longer elusive – it was vast and boundless, like her journey itself.
Epilogue: Returning Home
Back at school, someone asked Maya again, "Where are you from?"
She smiled, no longer hesitant. She now knew that her answer was more than words – it was the weight of stories, memories, and dreams. "I’m from here," she said, her heart brimming with the knowledge of all the places she’d come to know.
And she whispered to herself, "And there. And everywhere my heart is."