The towers fell, Washington was distraught, We prayed for their lives at the same time we prayed for ours. I left behind my people,culture and the waves of unforgiven time before I got a chance to meet them. My Mama and I her only companion stepping in a empty desert with sand our feet did not recognize, and the lost footprints of those before us. I know, Mama must have been terrified , aching and begging I wouldn’t cry or at least stay quiet for them not to notice she fought every fear inside her for us and kept going every mile of the way, with the thought of the unimaginable things I could do when we got to the other side. Unlike, the few behind us we made it. In preschool, I didn’t understand the strange tongue the other kids spoke but, hearing the say the word “house” made me giggle. In Second grade, Mrs. Davis scold my spanish accent when I would pronounce ketchup as “Cat-sup”, I learn to hide the “R’s” of my spanish descent , I replace them with strange vowels I couldn’t say but I did it with every effort inside me because, according to Mrs. Davis “In America we only speak english”.
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Nothing in my life has hurt me most then that year. Check up’s at my local pedricatian was fine but having to run all the way to massachusetts to find a reason why wasn’t that hospital visit in second grade that was the last memory I had of my childhood, from then out I would only be surrounded by four walls and occasionally a window in and out of the O.R not being able to distinguish the days because the pain was unbearable the I.V would put me to sleep, sometimes I wished I would've stayed asleep because when I woke each time I could see the 83 scars torn down my legs remembering how I had not one just days before . Mother said she did it for my
Nothing in my life has hurt me most then that year. Check up’s at my local pedricatian was fine but having to run all the way to massachusetts to find a reason why wasn’t that hospital visit in second grade that was the last memory I had of my childhood, from then out I would only be surrounded by four walls and occasionally a window in and out of the O.R not being able to distinguish the days because the pain was unbearable the I.V would put me to sleep, sometimes I wished I would've stayed asleep because when I woke each time I could see the 83 scars torn down my legs remembering how I had not one just days before . Mother said she did it for my