The Life of... well, “ME” "I have always Imagined Life as a useless bag of possibilities; no matter which one I chose I already knew who I was and who I was going to be. Out of all those paths and choices I could always see greatness. Even if it meant the spotlight will not shine on me.
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My Life was all for you, Abejita.
Remember you are not alone, you haven’t been since you where born."
These where her last words to me, the last thing she said while I held her hand against my face.
She didn't smile, she didn't cry, she just looked at me with a straight and calm face, as if she expected me to read her feeling or somehow understand. But I didn't, it was a strange foreign concept I didn't seem to grasp.
‘She looks peaceful’ Words
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After all when someone loves you hard enough they see all sorts of wonderful things in you. But all of those quality seems different than who I claimed to be.
I spent the night thinking of that, what could she see did I do not. What did she mean, what did she want to tell me.
After hour of restlessness, I found my self staring at the ceiling imagining all of my past adventures as a child. All the times I was that person she imagined, brave, courageous and strong. After a while I found my self-browsing thru old memories, pictures of time lost.
A picture of my third birthday, wearing blue overalls. crying over my spilled red soda.
A picture of me running after a butterfly with a butterfly net, and a second one of me catching it.
A picture of my first fish that I had caught on a camping day.
A picture of the Light pink delivery room, that seem as if taken out of a Stephen Grimes paintings. Where I could se no one but my mother and her me smiling as if I had won my first lottery ticket. There it was my mother, her, me and the blur. All picture had the blur, all pictures had more than just us or just me.
That was when I understood; I just needed the courage so see beyond. I needed to remember who I
She started to see something in her eyes that was not there before.
Do you really want to have a relationship (platonic OR intimate) with someone who can’t accept you for who you are? If only you could fix the things that are “wrong” with you, would it make you truly happy? Or would you feel like you’d had to chance the very core of your being just to make one person happy?
She was smiling her mournful smile as she slipped me a crust of bread. She looked straight into my eyes. I knew she wanted to talk to me but she was paralyzed with fear. She remained
She lifted her head up and looked me in the eyes for the first time tonight. Her large, dark eyes captured me like a fish on a hook. Her eyes cried out pain and loneliness and seemed to see through my superficial persona.
It took me to see another woman except herself for being different before I could see that I wasn't the freak everyone told me I was
Her eyes staring at mine like how an eagle looks at its prey. Suddenly, I felt a striking pain hit my cheek as i collapsed. I laid there aching in pain. The next thing i saw was the world spinning and getting blurrier and blurrier.
As it the dates grew closer to my brother’s predicted due date, my mom and stepdad step up a day to have my mom induced so my stepdad wouldn’t miss his birth, leaving me at home with my sister, Caroline. At the time, I was fourteen, and Caroline was four. The two of us didn’t have a desire to go to the birth, so we stayed home. While they were at the hospital, I fed my sister anything from the microwave macaroni and cheese to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crust cut off. We sat at the dining room table and painted pictures. Crayola watercolors on printer paper hardly made for an art museum worthy piece, but it filled out hearts with joy and painted smiles on our faces. When my sister finally sat down in front of her favorite movie, I had the chance to do
What could possibly make her feel this way? Is it the subsequent surgery she had gone through the last week? ... A lot of questions, with no answers, were running through my mind. I was too young to understand what was happening. One thing I was certain about is I didn 't want
Everyone has a chance to do something remarkable in their life. At one point, everyone stops living (which is unfortunate), and what they leave behind becomes their legacy.
There is a specific picture that always captures my attention whenever i'm scavanging for the forgotten moments of my life inside the family album. The picture consists of myself, my brother, and my mother. At the time that this picture was taken, I was only a six years old and I was expierencing the wonders of America for the first time. I had only arrived to the United States from Cuba the previous year so it's safe to assume that I believed I had traveled to a completely different world.
She looked at me baffled, I told her, “God has a plan for me, I could feel it and I don’t know
“Hey, you!” I shouted, which didn’t seem to be loud enough to be heard, but still, she stumbled to make her way towards me. I notice how bruised and lost she must have been and with her opal eyes, she can see that I was too.
The sun is going down; even so I still can see through her mesmerizing eyes pleading to me for the nth time. Hope this is not true, hoping that all of my statement is nothing, like I just want to tease her with my joke, one of my really bad jokes, and after that we could be all together and feel the other presence as always. But these 3 years we had shared together, all moments we could not forget easily, will become our last secret, which others wouldn’t know. Nothing had come from my mouth, as well as her. Nothing but a plea.
I gaze back down at the picture in my hand. I remember the day it was taken so vividly as well! We went up to our usual spot in the hill, with another friend at the time and took loads of snapshots. It was a sweet summer’s day, we were probably around fifteen years old. No boys, no jobs, no bills, nothing. Just us and the world. Geez, what I wouldn’t give to go back to those days!
It was the weekend of my junior year prom, my first prom to go to I should’ve been so excited. I was excited to go to my first prom but I was too worried about my mother who was in Intensive Care Unit. My date and I went by the hospital and let both of us go in and take pictures with my mom at her bedside. I know my mother probably doesn’t remember taking the photos with us that day because she was on a lot of pain medication. The nurses didn’t have to let my date in because he wasn’t family but they knew how much it meant to me for my date and me to have a picture with my mother. I