A Short Story Of Santería

Every kids perfect picture of an ideal family always consists of having both of their parents, however, in my story, my father was barely in my life and my mother grew the image of playing both parts the mother and the father. In my household There was shouting, tears being shed, and anger: all as my parents were having constant altercations in front of me. This was unhealthy for me, and my mother disliked it, she removed him from her life, yet she did not want me to grow up without a father. Growing up, my father was in the picture, although as I grew older, he grew dim. The image of him would become clear every so often, nevertheless, become dim again, this would affect my life. About nine years ago, my intelligent and beautiful little sister …show more content…
One must pass through 3 different levels of initiation before one can be called a Santero or a priest in the religion. To many it is a cult of animal sacrificing and devil worshipping, as my dad explained to me this is what he would do. Generally in Santeria, wearing white signifies a special state. Either that possession is expected, the person has been specially cleansed or blessed, or that they were recently initiated. Growing up, my dad went from normal to uncanny. Having him at school events, you would just hear everyone talking “ who is that guy in all white?”. I would not want to claim him as my father, it was embarrassing to myself and my mother. Before my sister was born, my dad use to live with myself and my mother at the time, he use to have his own corner and in this corner was, dead rats, dead fishes, and dead chickens. Due to my father 's religious choices I chose not to allow myself or my sister to associate with …show more content…
My father did however care for me and my sister, although when he had a significant other in his life, with children, it was as if me and my sister did not exist in his world. He would not call, nor text, we would receive no letter on our birthdays or special holidays. When in school, we would have these “father daughter dances”, due to my fathers absent in my life, I would never be able to attend. I would constantly hear girls stating what they did with their dads and it would make me heartbroken knowing I could never do these types of things with mine. My sister was lucky considering we had our uncle, my uncle would take her to the “father daughter dance” or I would take her out on little dates to show her my love and attention. At the same time me and my sister were both lucky to be so blessed with a mother that can pull off being a mother and a father to both of her