My sister and mom have always wanted me to travel to Peru with them and I’ve always refused. I never wanted too because Peru brings back sad memories and it’s a constant reminder that my mom always preferred Peru over us. My sister traveled by herself over there and had an amazing time she said. My mom and little brother had also traveled and she made sure he had fun as well. When I was younger we use to travel every summer over there and always had a good time. After 12 years I decided to travel back to Peru to visit family members and friends whom I haven 't seen in a very long time. My mom and sister came along as well. We were there for two weeks, it was time well spent. On our last day there we were meeting up with an old family friend …show more content…
She had said she knew this would be the last time seeing me, she was so certain of it. Unfortunately, it was the last time she saw me. She had passed away, she had cancer. Hearing her tell me this story made me more sick. I felt guilt and sadness. I wanted to run out and cry. I knew she was sick and didn 't even bother visit her. I didn 't say goodbye. That was part of the reason I didn 't return to Peru. I felt like there was nothing left there for me. I understood why cecille was wearing all black and why that’s her go to color every day, she’s still mourning. She still hasn 't been able to let go. She’s the type of person who wants to drink because she’s sad and alone. I could see the tears in her eyes and her really fighting them from streaming down her face. She can’t hide her sadness and I can see my mom joining her in the conversation about how hard it is to lose someone you love dearly. They keep repeating to us how much they miss their mothers and how much they really needed them. This was my most memorable and emotional meal because not only were we inside an amazing restaurant but it so happens that everyone there was enjoying …show more content…
I admit it has been weird having him sleep over. Brings back good memories. Especially on Sundays. When I was younger and my parents were still together Sundays were the days I always looked forward too. On Sundays my dad would either go buy breakfast from outside or he would cook at home. This particular Sunday he decided to cook. My brothers and I are all sitting down by the table waiting for our mom and dad to finish preparing breakfast for us. The only thing my mom was really doing was taking out the cups, plates, bread, spoon, and fork. She was really just setting up the table for us. Reason for that being is Sundays were the days my mom had off; she didn’t have to do no cooking or cleaning. Sundays were the days my dad did everything. Sometimes Saturday too but that was if he didn’t have to work. I can smell the fried pork with sweet potato’s and over ease eggs on the side with some rice and beans and oatmeal almost ready to be devour in my mouth in a couple of
I, of course, knew my mother as a mother. As I have reached adulthood and become a mother myself, I have also known her as a friend. My mom shared much of herself with me, and I saw sides of my mother as she struggled with her cancer that I had never seen before, especially her strong belief in positive thinking and the importance of quality of life. I was privileged to know so many facets of my mother, but certainly I did not know all. There were parts of her life that I didn’t see, relationships that I didn’t know about. Last night, at the wake, so many stories were told to me about my mom’s strength, courage, humor, kindness, her quietness, her loyalty as a friend. It was so special to hear of these things that my mom said and did, to know some of these other parts of her life. I hope that her friends and family will continue to share these stories with me and with each other so we can continue to know and remember my mom.
I rushed out of the bedroom confused. I began to realize what was going on. I ran to where I last saw her and she was not there. Never before I felt my heart sank. My eyes filled with tears. I dropped to my knees and felt the cold white tile she last swept and mopped for my family. I look up and around seeing picture frames of of her kids, grandchildren, and great grandchildren smiling. I turn my head to the right and see the that little statue of the Virgin Mary, the last gift we gave her. I began to cry and walked to my mother hugging her. My father walked dreadfully inside the house. He had rushed my great grandmother to the hospital but time has not on his side. She had a bad heart and was not taking her medication. Later that morning, many people I have never seen before came by to pray. I wandered why this had to happen to her. So much grief and sadness came upon
The trafficking of illegal drugs is nothing new, yet most governments have not found a successful way to halt the production and distribution of these drugs. These drugs include cannabis, cocaine, heroin and methamphetamine which are widely known and used every day. The drug trade is the third largest in the world, valued at around $300-400 billion by the United Nations. Cannabis remains the most widely produced, trafficked and abused illicit substance in the world, with 147 million people using it, equally to about 2.5% of the world’s population; it is being produced in practically every country. But, second to cannabis and equally as important is cocaine. Traditionally coca leaves have been chewed by the people residing in the Andean countries of South America for thousands of years, to produce a mild, stimulating feeling. It is said to help with the effects of high altitude and with digestion. The production of cocaine all started around the year 1860, when the main alkaloid, cocaine, was isolated from the coca leaf. Since then, cocaine has become a very important substance. The production and distribution of cocaine is the most important to the Andean region of the world, which is made up of Colombia, Peru and Bolivia. They are the top producers of cocaine in the world, and "are the source of 95 percent of the cocaine smuggled into the United States”. The cocaine business incorporates more than 1 million people, from peasant growers, to chemists and processors and to the distributors. In 2012, the White House declared that Peru is now the world’s number one producer of cocaine, leaving Colombia, the previous number one, in second and Bolivia in third. “More than 60,000 hectares of coca crops w...
Peru is located in western South America with an estimated population of 30 million. It is multinational, including Europeans, Africans, Asians and Amerindians. The national language of the country is Spanish, however a significant number or Peruvians still speak other native languages. Peru is a representative democratic republic that is divided into 25 regions. It is a developing country with a poverty level around 25 percent. Its main economic industries are mining, manufacturing, agriculture and fishing. The history of Peru spans multiple millennia and gone through several stages of cultural development in the mountain region and the coastal desert. About 15,000 years ago, humans are believed to have crossed the Bering Strait from Asia and moved south surviving as nomads. The Peruvian region was home to the Norte Chico civilization, one of the oldest in the world, and to the Inca Empire, the largest state in Pre-Columbian America. The Spanish Empire conquered it in the 16th century, which established a Viceroyalty with rule over most of South America. The nation declared independence from Spain in 1821, but consolidated only after the Battle of Ayacucho in 1824.
Summer was coming to an end, the night air grew brisker and the mornings were dew covered. The sun had just started to set behind our home; my father would be home soon. I walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by my mother cooking dinner. She stood there one hand on her hip, her one leg stuck out at her side, knee slightly bent, stirring the pot holding the spoon all the way at the tip of the handle. She looked as pissed off as could be. My mother always felt she could be doing a million other things besides cooking dinner. We sat there talking until I heard a familiar soft rumble in front of our house. The rumble was accompanied by my father fidgeting at the front door. His old noisy Bronco always made his presence known. He plodded down the hallway into the kitchen to greet my mother with a peck on the cheek. After one more quick stir she plopped a hot pad on the table followed by a pan of sliced meatloaf in sauce. The smell of the meat, potatoes, and veggies filled the kitchen instantly and the family gathered around the table. The meal was a typical one in our household, my mother who had a million other things to do that day, including having her own personal time did not feel like cooking a twelve course meal. However, my father who always came home expecting steak did not see the meal as appetizing as the rest of us.
Before, I could even take note, it was already October. It was time for me to pack everything in my room, and say my final goodbyes to my family members. I was going to leave everything that meant a lot to me behind. Previously, before October, we picked up my dad from the airport so that he could help us load all of our belongings to the U-Haul truck. Lily, ‘my cousin’, (we aren’t related, she is just a very close friend who I consider family) was staying with use because she want to see her father, who was also living in Denver. My mom and dad, sister, uncle, cousin, and I all stayed at the house one last night. I remember that my sister said that all her friends gathered around my mom’s car to wave goodbye to her. Her closest friends got very emotional and they started to cry. Not only did the move affect me, it also affected my sister greatly. It was like someone had given her a punch in the stomach. By the next day, we had everything in the U-Haul truck, and it was time for me to leave my precious Vegas behind. We had now started the drive to
Globalization is a series of social, economical, technological, cultural, and political changes that promote interdependence and growth. Globalization raises the standard of living in developing countries, spreads technological knowledge, and increases political liberation. (Harris 5-23) The main cause of globalization is influence from other, more developed, countries. Globalization is a historical process that results from human innovation and technological progress. The social effects of globalization are clearly illustrated in Peru. Once a third-world country filled with poverty and oppression, Peru is now transitioning into a developed nation. In Peru, globalization has raised the human development index, empowered women, and created a stronger country. (Leon 90-91)
It had been a cold, snowy day, just a few days after Thanksgiving. My grandmother became immensely ill and unable to care for herself. We knew she had health problems but her sudden turn for the worst was so unexpected and therefore we weren’t prepared for the decisions that had to be made and the guilt we would feel. Where would grandma live? Would she be taken care of? So many concerns floated around. A solution was finally found and one that was believed to be the best or so we thought.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
There I was running around and playing while everyone grieved. I had no knowledge of what we were gathered for, all I knew was that it was fun to pretend I was Alice in wonderland. The halls and walls lined up with flowers and flowered ornaments all throughout the house. The house wasn’t as dull as it would usually be, it was alive with colors now. My little black shoes shiny and cute with a big black bow right in the center, and my sparkly fluffy dress stood out from all the others. This vivid yet faint memory of what I thought was a family reunion was really my grandmother’s wake. My mother’s eyes swollen and red from all her crying, I thought if she would only eat something maybe she wouldn’t feel like crying so much. I remember standing
I had the pleasure to interview my grandma, Olga Hernandez. She was born on November 8, 1951 in Cuba. She worked in a workshop making clocks. After she retired, she took care of me while my mom worked. I consider her to be my second mom because she lived with me for eight years. She taught me love, discipline, manners, etc. My grandma is: strong, beautiful, caring, and passionate. Most importantly, she is a breast cancer survivor. I chose to interview my grandma because October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I couldn’t think of a better time to do this interview. I like her story because although it’s sad, it has a happy ending. It shows you that no matter how hard things get, there’s always light at the end of the tunnel.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
Almost all my friends were planning to go. I also wanted to go with them, but my parents did not allow me to go because we were supposed to go visit my grandpa’s house for some family event. I was so upset that I closed my door and did not talk to them for the rest of the day. Later after some days, when I was not so distressed, my mom explained to me that maybe it was for my own good. Maybe I will enjoy more at my grandpa’s house, and I did. However, I was still trying to contemplate what my friends must be doing at that time, what would I did be doing if I was with them. When my friends came back from their vacation, they told me that it was raining most of the time and many people got sick because of the bad weather and food. At that time, I understood that whatever my mom said was right: if I would have gone to the trekking vacation, I would have gotten sick as well. I went home and apologized for my rude behavior and learned a lesson that positive thinking can take me a long
It was finally summer time and my friends and I couldn’t be happier. We had just gotten out of school when David, my next door neighbor and best friend started reminiscing on the times when we all used to head out to the lake every weekend. Even though David, Johnyboy, and Chris hadn’t all hung out as friends in a while, we decided to ask our parents if we could plan a camping trip during the summer. After deciding on asking, Johnyboy tells everyone to meet back up in two hours to see if everyone can go or not. While I was walking home, I kept having doubts about the camping trip. What if something happens? When we all used to go camping Johnyboy and David would always end up going to crazy. Even though David was my best friend, he still would go crazy from time to time, especially with Johnyboy being around. He was always the instigator of the trouble. I had trouble with making a decision when it came to the trip. If I went, I would be risking getting in trouble, but if I don’t go, I could risk missing out on a great time. I reached home and began talking to my mom. I told her how David, Johnyboy, and Chris wanted to go camping and to get her consent. She knew that David was a trustworthy guy, and Chris was a consistent religious follower, but my mom did not know the whereabouts of johnyboy. However, once we talked about the situation, she finally agrees to let me go on typical parent conditions like checking in every night and making smart choices. After we finished, I went upstairs and took a shower and got ready before I had to meet back up with the guys again. We met at our normal spot, the Circle K pump-n-go. Once everyone arrived we discussed how we would go about planning for the camping trip. Chris said he couldn’t ...
After half an hour of waiting for someone to call and my sister and dad to come home also thinking about what to do. I gave up and went to take a shower. When I came out, my bed was made and my mom called me down for breakfast, which I didn’t feel like having. I just drank a glass of orange juice. My mother went to the porch to sit. After a few seconds I decided to join her. Since I had nothing better to do at that moment, I asked her where my sister and dad had gone. All she said was “I don’t know”. I gu...