Iyra
I have looked down at the Earth my entire life, watching through the glass walls of the Skyway, believing that I didn’t belong there. My Guardian Ezamerele tells me that I would not survive on Earth, and the Skyway is the best place for me. I think that Ezamerele is wrong, despite the fact that she wasn’t born on the Skyway, that she was brought here from Earth. Eza is only my Guardian, she is not who I am, she only knows what I show to her. I know-have known-that I belong on Earth, and I need to find out how to get there.
I first figured out that I needed the dirt beneath my feet when Ezamerele took to the greenhouse Unit. 673 was one of the smallest Units, but it was jam-packed with activity. Vegetable-growers were running back and forth between each station. Eza took me to see the soil pit.
“ Take off your socks and shoes.” She said as she took of hers and stepped into the mess. I’ll admit that I was skeptical at first, I mean, I was a Skyway native, I had never seen dirt, let alone touched it. I was doubtful, but I followed suit and found that it was warm, despite the constant chill in all the Units. It was soft, and it moved from in between my toes as nothing had before. In my mind I knew that I wanted to be able to work as a soil-mixer almost immediately as my feet touched the brown delight.
“Ezamerele, why isn’t dirt everywhere in the Skyway? It’s amazing.” She looked at me, with those soft caramel eyes of hers meeting mine.
“Iyra. The Skyway is man-made. Dirt doesn’t belong here, it belongs on Earth. The only reason dirt is up here is because you need dirt to grow things. If you knew the way food tastes when it comes directly from the Core, this synthetic stuff would give way to the real food.” Synthetic? We g...
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... to Ezamerele, I was the one to stand by her side, even though I was only 6 at the time. “ If you ever want to see me, look up at the sky, you see those lights?” She nods. “ Look up there and wave. I’ll be right there, waving back, okay?” I say as the car pulls up so I can get in.
“Bye-bye Laila!”
“Bye Landa!” I say as the car pulls away from my sister. She waves at me, very fast. I wave back at her, just as fast. “ Good luck here, Yolanda. You’ll need it for mother is getting old now.” I whisper to myself, hoping the words will reach her ears. I wish that she will grow up loving where she comes from. They don’t usually let three from the same family to the Skyway, even if they are good at what they need them to do. Yolanda is the only thing that would ever keep me here, but even she can’t stop me from going to where I belong. Ezamerele, here I come, my Sister.
much easier. But Esperanza and Abueita were in shock how she would betray Papa like that.” “Mama, it hasn’t been even a year since Papa died, how could you do that?” Esperanza replied. “But I already talked with Amador and he would have already talked with Pablo too.”said Mama.” “And he is a kind man like Papa, he always help me remind me of him.”He means so much to me Esperanza!”argued Mama. But Esperanza didn’t listen to her words and ran outside, sobbing. Then Mama raced after her. She grabbed Esperanza’s hand and said,” Esperanza listen to me, I know it’s harsh, but things will get better okay?”Mama begged. “What?”Esperanza said with dripping tears.”What will get better!” “look, I know you love Papa, and I do too, but he wants us to be
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The air sings with the fragrance of freshly cut grass. As a backdrop to other things, children are at play, swinging too and fro, running and skipping; there are toddlers who toddle and mindful mothers who watch on in painful and patient distraction. The sun is everywhere: in the corners of the pavilion, bearing down on the tennis courts, caressing the flower beds, the convection of its heat pulling at the carpet-like lawns, dragging out bodily its scent.
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Several days passed by and Ambur woke one morning to find it dark and cloudy. He could sense this day would be a rainy one. So he took his time, fixed some coffee and got breakfast ready for he and Honeysuckle. It wasn’t one of those days where it might shower briefly and then stop. It looked like it was one of those 'all day' rainy days.
"Pardon me, Aunt Leslie, but what do you mean by leaving? I'm not going back to Geraldine. I love it here." She looked at me as if I was mad. "How could you possibly love it here? The streets are crowded, the people are loud, the air is filthy" She didn't get me. I know she didn't. But I don't want to go back.
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...
As she toiled with her exhausting tasks, continuing her tale, I vowed to fulfill the idealistic goals my mother envisioned for me. I did not know how I would accomplish that impossible mission in a society that was so discriminative against me, but I knew that I would make her proud, one day... Perhaps, if our lives had turned out differently, that now unforgettable conversation would have receded into the bank of forgotten childhood memories, but, unfortunately fate directed that that was to be my last meaningful conversation with my mother.
Without a doubt being the oldest sister has shaped who I am through the various occasions that I’ve had to care for and work in unity with my family. Making and selling items with my sisters for Charity Bazaars taught me responsibility, and that even though my ideas might sound the best to me, I have to encourage and incorporate other’s input as well. Even when we disagreed, I had to use my composing skills, which continued to build up my resilience. Despite this challenge, we were determined to make a change and donated our profits to Nepal Youth Foundation, helping girls go to school. Together, we will continue investing our time helping others and supporting less fortunate girls our
With heavy heart, her mom replied, “If you really want to go, I will not stop you. I could only pray to God, for you to gain success in life,” “But promise me, that one day you will come back here, your hometown”
The year my sister left for college, was the first year that I was the only child at home. As a result of being the only child left at home, I got all the attention every day, but I also got to do all of the chores. During this transition time, my parents looked to me to fill in the gaps that my sister had filled in when she lived at home. This meant that I needed to do a few extra chores while also growing up some more. I couldn’t be the “little sister that
Soil isn’t important right? I mean, it’s just dirt. Well I’d hate to soil your fun, but there's something you need to know. Soil is very important. Time to unearth some lost knowledge, and puns.
The smell of freshly turned dirt, right before local famers plant their crops, fills the air for miles on end. Some people may not like the smell of dirt, but when I smell freshly turned dirt I know that it is summertime. It is time to go to Holiday World and have late night Sonic trips for slushies and fries with my best friends. It is that time to go to my friend’s houses and cook new and different foods with each other. It is time to spend every minute I can with the people that make my home enjoyable.