I believe statements
1. I believe people can forgive.
2. I believe in god.
3. I believe in true friendship.
4. I believe everybody should have the same opportunity for success.
5. I believe people should work to live, and not live to work.
6. I believe everyone deserves laughter in there lives.
7. I believe safety can never be achieved through violence.
8. I believe money isn't all happiness.
9. I believe women are impossible to understand.
10. I believe there is good in everyone.
11. I believe I will graduate from college.
12. I believe I will help a lot of people in my life.
13. I believe that soccer is my greatest passion.
14. I believe that my mom is my everything.
15. I believe my family loves me.
16. I believe that I can improve myself.
17. I believe that I like to go driving.
18. I believe in hope.
19. I believe in miracles.
20. I believe in all of you.
21. I believe some days are better than others.
22. I believe everyone hates Mondays.
23. I believe in myself.
24. I believe I really like Vrej.
25. I believe to not give up.
26. I believe to take every chance you have.
27. I believe that its never too late.
28. I believe on “Mi Morenita”, La virgen de guadalupe.
29. I believe that you should never leave for tomorrow what you can do today.
30. I believe that family always comes first.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, December 3, 2012
Childhood
Childhood
By
Julisa Vega
I shed tears in that one hospital room I was born.
“She’s so adorable” says the doctor in Spanish
to my mom.
That 19-year old mother wrapped her
daughter with a Winnie the Pooh blanket like a fragile glass ornament. Like two
angels from heaven, we settled in and enjoyed each other’s company.
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It’s January 11, 2000 and Cristina is
born. Mom’s soft, delicate hands caress Cristina to calm her sobbing. Glaring
at that innocent child, I close my eyes and I say to myself, “Is Cristina going
to change our lives?” I stay with that doubt in my mind. Later on, I realized
she did change our lives.
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Three years later.
I yell to my sister Cristina, “Dámelo!” So
she can give me a red fire fighter car that I always play with.
“No, I want it! And I’m not going to
give it to you!” she shouts.
“Dejen de pelear!” “Stop fighting!” my
mother screams like a lion when she sees her two precious daughters arguing
over an insignificant toy.
At the end of the day, she’s my sister,
and I love her like a hot summer day … burning in my heart.
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Flowers illuminate the gardens, and the
sun reflects off the windows. It’s the month of joy and color: May. Javier’s
arrival. He brings us back to that same
alarming Mexican hospital room. A shivering room, greeting me again with a
menacing smile. Same story repeats. Mother smiles as if all the light in the
world converged in one room, a full sun brimming out the sides, out the window,
out the crack under the door.
She cradles
Javier and quietly tilts him towards me at her bedside, “Miren a su hermanito!”
“Look at your little brother!” She beams, quiet and calm.
My sister and I sit side by side; our
eyes make quick, fleeting glances at one another. We say nothing. We stare at
the cold, cement floor.
“Do you think mom will still love us?” I
ask in a whisper, like if I had nothing else going through my mind but the
thought of sharing moms love with my siblings.
“Of course she will!” snaps Cristina
without hesitation.
I doubt her confidence.
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Mariana’s arrival is different. Now I’m
twelve. Older. Cable of understanding more. It’s cold and snowy outside. A
snowman with two big rocks for eyes, a carrot as its nose, and beans as its
smile, stares at me from outside. A red scarf around its neck and a plain,
black hat was the only thing I saw out the window of the hospital room. This is
a different room. Nothing compared to the one before. St. Luke’s was the name
of the hospital. Modern and full of joy it is. I feel the room smiling at me. I smile back.
Yet again, the same story repeats.
Attention, blankets, sleepers, sweaters, hats, soft clothes and everything are given
to Mariana. I feel different. I am a rock, strong, sure and solid.
“Mom, may I hold Mariana?” I ask.
“Sure!” my mom
says with a concerned look.
Having her in my arms is like eating a
caramel apple. Sweet and delicate. My brothers come, and we all hug Mariana
together. My heart is pounding. I feel the love. My hair goes back, and I close
my eyes.
I open them and just say “Sorry.” My
brothers look at me awkwardly like if they don’t know what I’m talking about,
but I just laugh and say, “I love you guys.”
They smile at me and they say “We love
you too.” My mom calls us over. We go. She says, “Never doubt my love. You guys
are in my heart all the time and my love belongs to all
of you equally.”
At the end, like a band of angels from
heaven we settled and enjoyed each other’s company.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Luis Who
Luis Who
Luis who at first was a total stranger
Who then decided to talk to me as a simple friend
Who I became friends with for 2 years
And now is something more than a friend
Luis who sends me a message everyday on facebook when I am online
Who makes me sigh every time I see him
Luis who blocks shots by throwing himself in the air, just to make me proud
Luis who smells like masculine meets feminine when I hug him
Who is a cheetah every time I run away from him
Who ends up saying “Baby come back”
Who makes fun of my laugh every time he makes me laugh
Luis who protects me from other people when we hang out
Who is a party animal when were together
Luis who is always there for me no matter where he is
Who doesn’t care if we live 45 minutes away
Luis who tries to help me with my homework but fails
Who cheeks taste like buttercup when I kiss him
Luis who tells me that he won’t leave me but I am afraid that day will come soon
Who is playing with his baby sister Danny most of the time
Who I call when I feel lonely
Who wishes me good luck every time I have a game
Luis who grabs my hand like if he was holding a fragile piece of glass
Who always says that we are the perfect couple
Luis who I think of every day and say to myself he’s the one, he’s the one
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