Moments are Unique

                    Write by BlancaCeP

 

We take a moment of meditation time in our life and find a set of situations that marked each of the experiences.

|NOVEMBER 2013

 

Since childhood I was surrounded by people who loved and spoiled me as protecting and pleasing me in everything that I wanted. I had eight brothers who lived in a neighbourhood around of small paddocks I never had economic needs my mom and dad both worked hard to cover all the expenses. My mother worked very close to the house and my father in the city centre. Always we had a lady who took care of us but of course before that my big brothers were in charged to cook and care for the children.
 
There are several moments in mind when I see my sister Mary pushing a hammock in the small courtyard of the house which was all in tile there was a big water sink laundry made of cement behind was a kitchen and next to a bathroom around the courtyard were two small rooms and two big rooms which three of them had several beds and one of the large rooms mom and Dad slept.
 
The corner room always scared me as it was dark without windows in it we kept all the things that were not good. One day when we were emptying between that room unexpectedly appeared a white rat under all those things so I screamed, I jumped with bad luck that there was a broken bottle in half and my foot fell directly on this so a deep opening and blood everywhere without stopping bleeding so painful I was in panic, my screams were heard throughout the house. My mom took me quickly to nearby hospital where the wound closed me sewing it.
 
Moving a yellow pendulum from side to side the doctor was doing a therapy tried to hypnotize me he wanted help me to forget that moment because I was seeing that white rat everywhere, I was panicked even when I moved the foot and saw the cadres of the blanket I cries uncontrollably however in short time the doctor gave painkillers and discharged me. Those days despite of this event I could enjoy a bit of my parents and I slept with them.
 
My dad was very quiet He spoke little He never showed us his affectionate with none. However, I remained in my mind that moment when he hug me and I slept on his arm that night I will never forget that  special situation when I felt the lovely father that he was.
 
Unforgettable moments of my childhood some day when I was returned from school because I was throwing up everything that curiously day was an eclipse, my brother was cooking the lunch and fixing his bicycle when I arrived he sent me to wash the rice but unfortunately I dropped it in the dishwasher so he was furious impolite and rude who could understand that I was a bit sick so suddenly I started vomiting again.
 
In another picture of my life I am playing the game at school called liberator soldier were two groups that were running so the opponents get caught if they caught us all we lost. I had a lot of friends I was the most popular in school until my the teacher decided to leave the school after that my parents changed me the school for one smaller where I spent my best years.
 
It's Christmas time, there was a huge media room and a huge manger as well many gifts , wine, crackers , root with almost all the neighbourhood children who were praying the rosary and singing carols those were golden days I was very happy. There was an old man who made a beautiful and cheerful lovely environment.
My mother bought details for everyone and always bought us fashionable clothes dress for this special time three pieces for each special day of 8-24 and 31 December.
 On January we went for a trip with her. The four women with white dresses and the five men dressed in white shirts and pants. On one occasion, we were to Girardot and we were watching the list of the films in the cinema but suddenly they went and left me, they forgot me I cry a lot. One policeman took me to the police station where there was a beautiful crib after the time my mother came and took my arm strongest by her anguish and she took me with her. I breathed deep for a moment I thought that I would never see her again.
 
I admired her who was a very sweet woman she knew what to do and very well when she was at home was a holiday she bathed and cooked us something delicious, everything was perfect with her when she got up she put the hat and the shoes of my father she looked very funny but so happy!
 
My parents loved!. Their happiness was being together they capitalized for their children my father always said the things that we have is for our children. The last souvenir I can remember of them was in the park in front of my house and next to the house of my sister where their nine sons with their wives and husbands and their grandchildren so about fifty people were surrounding them in the middle of a BBQ with guacamole and chips and dancing all night.
 
Each moment in the life is unique and never will be the same.

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Write by BlancaCeP.

Photo MariaBotch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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