A long, long time ago there lived a woman named Maria.
She was the most beautiful woman in all
of Mexico and she herself knew it too. Day after day, male suitors begged her for her hand in
romance, but day after day men returned home defeated.
This was the livelihood of Maria until a dashing young gentleman galloped into town and turned
Maria’s life upside down. She knew in an instant that she had to have him, for he was the only man
to match her in beauty and in elegance. Soon they were to be wed, and not long after had two
delightful kids.
This delight however was short lived, for one damning day the dashing gentleman became
grotesque as he rode into town with another woman at his side. He rode up to Maria and pledged
his life to this new woman whom he barely met, because his current wife was no longer beautiful.
Maria’s heart burst into tiny shards of glass, invisible to the eye but painful for those handling it.
That night, in a fit of sorrow and anger Maria decided to inflict the same agony toward the man
that bestowed it upon her. Maria woke her two boys up, took their hands, and guided them to the
river “for a bath.” Hand in hand, the three figures immersed themselves in the water…but under
their mother’s hand, the little niños never came up for air. After the blood red glare of fury faded
from sight, Maria realized what she had done. She shrieked from the gallows of her soul, “Mis
Niños!” before letting the river water fill up her lungs.
It is said now, this weeping woman or La Llorona has returned from the hereafter, searching for
new children to claim as her own for all eternity.