Realization

I have to confess that I'm really not nice with my sister. Sure that most of the time normally brothers and sisters fight. But what I have done is realized the horrible things I've said and done. My sister always greets me when I wake up, when I come from football practice, when I come from a friend's house, and basically every time she sees me. But I have realized that I say things like"Get outta here." Or" I don't want to see your face." And then she asks me how was my day but I also realize I say things like"What do you care." But the hardest part to it is when my parents here me saying it. Sometimes I can't control myself, so words just pop out of my mouth because I don't have anything else to say.

So my parents teach me a lesson, a tremendous smack in the back of my head by my father's big hands, and then a cheap shot on my cheek by my mom when I'm not looking. My father also hits me for other random reasons not even I can realize. They hit me so much its probably they're hobby. But that's all my fault, because I can't get to understand the importance of not bullying my sister as my mom says. And other times I just play around with my sister in a fun way, well for me and then she tells my parents. I don't try to run, I don't try to hide nor defend myself. Just accept it and show them that I'm not scared because they are my parents. I stand their, waiting on their next move because I don't have another card to play.

When teaching me a lesson my parents main goal is to scare me so I won't do the same thing over and over again. That's just what I can't accomplish. "I'm gonna break those braces and you gonna end up with no teeth! You hear me!" The anger of dad rings through my mind. What he says every time. And I remember what mom says. "Do you know why you're here!? Because of the disrespect you have caused in this family! When will you ever learn!" mom says.
"When I feel like it." I say. I always look at both my parents straight in the eye. But after my response comes the slap. Which is completely my fault. Well the majority of the reasons my parents hit me aren't for this. This is a big realization that I still have to work on. And being nice is where it all starts.

Doesn't know, Lennie

Lennie, he just doesn't understand how to not get in trouble.
Its not that he does wrong,
Its that he doesn't know whats right or wrong.
"I just wanted to pet it" he says
But that's just not right
"I didn't mean no harm, I promise," he says
He just can't control his actions.
"Hide in the brush if anything goes wrong." George tells him
That's probably one of the only things he's good at besides
Racking up a big load of barley
He's good at obeying.
That's Lennie he just doesn't get it.

Ants and Spikes!

The entrance to the beach house in Punta Chame is a rocky road of 30 minutes. But once you reach the house its a whole different story. At first I see garlands placed neatly along the gate and to the beach house. Then a big ranch with just white chairs and a table. Its a very quiet place giving me time to ponder what to do.

I lay prostrate on the grass leaving all thoughts behind. Until I hear a "crack" on my back. I quickly stand up and realize that the area is filled with small spikes in a shape like a ball and they stick to you. I start to pluck off every single spike that was on my shoulder, arm. leg, nose, ear and elbow. I needed to act fast but I was filled with consternation at the sight of red marching ants on my shoulder. I took my shirt off and made a run for it. After my impetuous decision I ran straight towards the ocean.

I launched my body head-first toward the water making a splash of salty, bubbly water at the impact. It was gratifying to hear my sigh of relief. The cold water is delectable when I sat on the soft sand. I stared at all my bites I had in my shoulder and thought, wheres my shirt? I slowly lay down and sighed. And this is only the beginning of the day.

"Juan Diego where were you, you scared me! Get up here right now" Mom shouted.
"Uh-oh."

One and Only. Confession Tuesdays

I always look at her. Trying to make her days perfect, making sure she is always content. That pretty looking girl. I always think of her as an inspiration, a motivation, a Goddess. She is very strong deep inside her, makes her unique, makes her special to me. I would do anything for her. I would make sacrifices for her. And I will. But I don't care what other people say. Because I care for her, I'm not embarrassed, I'm proud of myself. Proud of her. I don't care if I have a little headache or something really hurts, I'm always going to be thinking about her. I didn't think it would be this way, but I am happy as well as she is. She doesn't like for people to expect things from her, I keep that in mind. She knows what I'm talking about.

Every morning in the whole crowd of people she is the only one that shines among them. She is the highest tip of the mountain, the cherry on an ice cream. When she is depressed I am. But that's when I come in to make her day better. That is my One and Only, Natalia.

Pain

This morning I wake up at 5:30 to go to a therapy at 6. The therapy is from 6 to 8. It is designed to relax and comfort my muscles in my back. It turns out that on Sunday, the game day, I had a serious muscle contraction on the back that it got so bad that it made the muscles create a knot, well literally a knot on my back muscles which made back spasms as well. That day. I thought. It was hurting a lot but I still kept on playing. I didn't think it was going to be such an extreme injury so I decided to play. Moms words echo. "You have a bad habit of not telling people when something hurts." Maybe its true, I should keep that in mind, no wonder it echoes in my mind. And I guess its true, I don't like to show pain, because sometimes I just tolerate it. And other times I just don't care about the pain and keep on playing.

Back Therapy

I walked into the cold white-painted small room through translucent curtains. Gadgets and tools were spread across the table and I inhaled the fresh aroma of the usual hospital smell, kind of like plastic. And in the middle of the room a large bed with pillows to support my stomach. As I lay prostrate on the bed the doctor put me on a pair of really dark glasses so the laser wouldn't hurt my eyes.

"I promise this wont hurt at all." said the doctor.
I didn't really care besides I'm half asleep, I thought. This is school time I'm wasting so I should enjoy it. I closed my eyes until suddenly my back was filled with rapture as heat waves were slowly sliding across my back. I let my muscles relax. "Do your muscles a favor, don't think." said the doctor. I shut my eyes and everything seemed to fade.
1 hour later.

I twinkled my eyes as I was waking up at the smell of plastic.
"What time is it?" I asked the doctor.
"Quarter to 9." she replied.
"You mean I"m done." I said.
"Yea those 2 hours pass quick huh, well we were just waiting until you woke up." She said with a little hesitation.
"Well thanks, that was very gratifying." I said.

Cookie Monster

Sometimes when I get home from football practice I just want to eat and eat and eat... and eat. Sure its because I haven't digested anything for 4 hours and its late and I'm very tired. But I have to eat something. I eat my dinner but then I'm still hungry! The doctor told me to not eat a lot of sugar and junk food but well I do. The doctor said I have high cholesterol which doesn't look like it. And actually I have a lot of energy, strong, resistant lungs. I remember the doctor saying. Sometimes I eat just to gain weight but I can't, something about the metabolism that grows too fast, I don't know. And in a matter of a year I weigh the same. Just wanted to say that I do eat eggs( a lot) meat, and milk but after that the junk food.