Pequeña, Madre, Abuela

Grandma sings stories, tells songs. Her fingers are like dancing branches, weaving the characters of her tales, which become intertwined in the quilt. There's hardly any room left for more stories on the quilt… "One, two, three," Grandma murmurs, counting as she weaves. "One, two, three, my child, my love, my little dove. One, two, three, Little One, Mother, Grandma. One, two, three, the three of us, my life. One, two, three, the three of us who are all of us." A story that is a tribute from two granddaughters to their grandmother, a song to generational transmission and the legacy of women, who keep folk wisdom alive.