The Four Corners of My Heart

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The Four Corners of My Heart

When you’re with people that care about you and show

you that they love you, it’s the best feeling in the

world. Well when I was growing up, my family provided

that love and support and it was all I needed to be

entirely happy. Every year our tradition would be going

to Florida for Christmas and spending it with my aunts,

uncles, cousins and grandparents. I always looked

forward to seeing them every year and that’s what kept

me going inside. We all shared the same ethnicity,

culture and heritage. We would all come together from

the four corners of the country, Texas, Florida,

Washington and Michigan and stay at the same beautiful

resort in Florida. My favorite parts of the trip were

swimming in the ocean with my brother, the long talks I

would have with him and everyone else in my family. I

felt so needed and loved and I also felt like nothing

could ever change that. We all shared common interests

such as the horses my uncle has on his farm, school, the

beach and alcohol, at least my family members did,

except for my mother. I really didn’t think much of it

at the time, but today it has split my family apart and

we don’t visit Florida anymore. Things didn’t only

change between my family, but also between my brother

and I and how I view relationships in general. Every

time we went I could feel the bonds disintegrate slowly

and slowly until finally we just stopped talking all

together and I haven’t been back since I was 10 years

old. The reasons for our distance is because of our

differences, our culture changed over years and the

different actions we took and choices we made right down

to the clothes we wear. I can remember the first time I

felt the love my family gav...

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...bout my brother and other family

members. I don’t want to become what they became, I

don’t want to look death in the eye and that is why I

choose not to become an alcoholic, that is why I cherish

the time I have with the family I do have. I lost a

tradition because of an addiction, an addiction that

couldn’t be controlled. I lost a part of me, I lost my

heritage, because I don’t want to remember my relatives

and what they were and are today. Maybe they have picked

up some of the pieces they left behind so many years

ago. Sober memories enriched with life and laughter. I

know I can never remove the imprints they left on my

heart, heartbreaking imprints and life breathing

memories that can only give me hope for my own family

that I will have one day, a family in which I can have

meaningful traditions that last and never fade into the

Florida sunset.

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