She warned me of many taboos including the lewd act of ….writing. Before being forced to drop out of high school due to her pregnancy with me, she decided to bring a diary to school. Somehow, she lost it. The book fell into the hands of the administration after being passed around the school population. My mother ended up on suspension for the detailed diary entries regarding her hellish home life and promiscuity.
My sister lately had some kind of tension going with my parents but I didn’t know why. She always got in trouble, but I would stay out of her business because she didn’t like it. She and I didn’t exactly get along well and were completely different growing up, but I did my best to just ignore her and just do me. After getting back to my room, I fell asleep shortly. The next morning, my mother woke me up with news and said with fear in her voice, “Your sister
Constancia from "Abuela Invents the Zero" has the experience of losing her grandmother in the church. Instead of being a good granddaughter and searching high and low for her grandmother, Constancia hides herself in embarrassment, and abandons her grandmother. "I put my hands over my face like I’m praying, but it’s really to hide my burning cheeks. I would like for her to disappear. I just know that on Monday my friends, and my enemies, in the barrio will have a lot of senile grandmother jokes to tell in front of me.
In my teenage years, most of my time was spent in school, and after I left there I would come home to a strung out mother that would be ranting and raving about dishes that needed to be done and telling me about how I was her biggest mistake, and that I was nothing but a lazy, hopeless loser, which I knew wasn’t true, but when you are a child the thoughts just run through your head over and over like a bad dream that you cannot wake up from. During that time, I had to find a way to break out. She would never let me leave the house unless it was to go to school, so I would leave at seven every morning and not return until midnight or later because I couldn’t face the beatings anymore. I began to heavily use drugs and try to escape to a place without pain and fear. Unfortunately, I knew that when I did come home, that I was really in for it.
I was raped , I constantly said no, I was terrified at what would happen if I told my mom, what would go through her mind, what would happen to me, what would the other kids think if they found out. That day has been hidden inside me for ten years and not a soul has been told. The next day the brother to the rapist was told that I had a train ran on me, and he wanted to have sex with me. He already passed the age of 18. He was a friend so while everyone else wa... ... middle of paper ... ... pretended to be looking over me, as my mom walked in the room and asked him what he was doing he lied and said he was checking on us.
Fortunately, her parents found letters written to Cassie by a close friend which were talking about things that they could do to her parents that would be tragic. Afraid of what might happen, the Bernalls turned the letters over to the local police. A youth pastor spent a lot of time talking with Cassie, only to later say that there was no hope for her. But like most parents Cassia’s wouldn’t give up. The pulled her out her current school and enrolled her in a Christian school, they cut off all contact with her old friends, and basically put her under house arrest.
Or when she claimed that our phone lines had been down when she was trying to explain why she hadn't been in touch with a friend of hers for weeks. And what bothered me even more were all the times she had incorporated me into her lies. Like the time she told my guidance counselor that I had to miss school for exploratory surgery, when she really needed me to babysit. And it even started to bother me when someone would call for her and she would ask me to tell her that she wasn't there. So, I started my own personal fight against her dishonesty.
My mother found it and I got beaten so bad, but no one addressed the reason behind the diary entry. I also remember everytime my parents got in a fight they would use us children as pawns to get back at each other. When my mother passed away I was with her when she took her last breath, actually I was the only one there. I was 11 years old, I thought that maybe things would get better, since they possibly couldn't get any worse. Well I was wrong, my mother death introduced me to a whole other world.
I remember one specific night because it was the only night I ever yelled at my mom. I asked for her help and kept asking I began getting frustrated because I wanted an A in my homework. She yelled while crying "No se ingles, perdoname hija soy mensa" and I yelled back "I need you to know English. Why can 't you!" I ended up staying up late and heard her cry in her room.
My friend Sarah although not as close, we were in class together and I would say morning to her everyday. She was having family issues that were outside and the parents were fighting over the fact of them leaving to help the grandparents and did not have the money too. Being an only child like me she thought that everything was about her and what she said was the way things went. When I tried to say morning to her she was quiet to herself and if had the chance avoided everyone. One day she blew up, blaming her parents about how everything was falling.