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Memoir Monday: Expect the Unexpected

Friends come and go it’s a well know saying but is it entirely true? You might leave them or they might leave you. You share your times, but one day you might have to go. You’ll find new friends that will care for you as much; don’t forget the others but if you do expected something unexpected. Something that might fill you heart with joy or might bring you to tears.

+ It was a Saturday but not an ordinary one, I was turning fourteen. It was my third birthday celebrating in Panama. This birthday I was surrounded by many friends that care for me, friends that would give you a smile when your down, friends that would make you laugh and wouldn’t be embarrassed to tell their deepest secrets. In the middle of the music, the laughs, the screams, the dancing I picked up the ringing phone it was Anya and Kyle, my best friend from Atlanta. I had never thought that they would remember my birthday. They sang and congratulated me, we talked like if we had seen each other yesterday they told me how much they missed me and asked me when I was going back visit. I couldn’t answer that question because I knew I might not go back. I thanked them for calling and remembering. I said my goodbye but I recognized that goodbye wasn’t forever but it was until next time.

+I was really surprised with that unexpected call I guess I had forgotten about that friendship we still have. I realized that friends do come and go but you can keep them in your heart and you never know, you might just get the unexpected.

After Wings

It’s cold,
It’s wet,
dark.
The walls are closing down on me
I’m trapped, wrapped so tight.
My wings are crushed
The wing of freedom
Motionless
Waiting
In this world turned upside down
Where all inside is unclear.
I’m hanging
by what feels
like the final thread of innocence.
Layer
After layer
I’m afraid
Of all I don’t understand.
I struggle
Through
What seemed a life time,
Finally
The day arrived…
Light pierces through the darkness
I freely stretch my wings
My wings of freedom
No longer dangling
by that silken thread.
Letting the freedom
camouflage my heart
I fly,
no longer trapped
Like a flower
in the sky.

Friendly Letter

Luciana Paz
1234 Oak Grove
Atlanta,Georgia

September 8, 2010

Dear Grandpa,

How have you been? I’m writing because last night, while I was lying on bed thinking about everything and I remembered that it has been three months since we’ve seen each other.

I wanted to recur the good times we had together. The times when you always wanted me to read your big anthology of poems and stories. The times when you would come spontaneously in the room making a meow sound and I would automatically know it was you. The times when you would get the bottle cap of the soda and a napkin and pretended you didn’t have an eye and you had a long white mustache. I remember how you would gingerly explain your book about the genealogy of our family and that you want to pass it down from generation to generation. I remember your calm and fun disposition that made me feel safe and protected.

I also remembered what those horrible people did to you, that night we were supposed to go out to eat dinner. The next morning I found you so depressed and in excruciating pain that it just brought me into tears. From then on I was instilled to how much you have to be grateful and vigilant with everything that is around you. The most important thing is that you are alright and that you have me by your side as well as your entire family. I love you and miss you very much!

Love,
Luciana

Memory Box

I have a memory box. I bet many people do and think of them in their own special way, just the way I do. I love to keep about everything that is important; I still have papers from first grade! My mom gets mad at me because I never organize that junk (don’t think my room is a big trash can.)It’s okay, you may say.

I love to keep the important things in this little box I have, that I like to call a My Memory Box. The name is not that unique but it’s concise for its purpose. My memory box contains things from the late 1900's and the early 21 first century. It’s a place where all your cherished moment and deepest secrets and feelings are kept; it’s just like a diary, but even better.

I have every important event in there; it’s like my entire life in a box. Since barley anything fits in there anymore I asked my mom if we could buy a bigger one (guess what she said...oh yes honey, please you really need it). Now I'm in the middle of the modification of my cardboard box, it’s so exciting and important for me do have this box because at any time, I could have the chance to make a small peek in there that evokes many wonderful memories that bring me joy. So I’m going to continues this until I grow to be a grandma and pass it down to the next generation and the next and the next.

Memoir Monday: It Would Just Make You Smile

I was talking with my big sister on Facebook she said that she was at a friend’s house for the whole weekend…I’d forgot that it was Labor Day weekend (I wish we could have that here in Panama)

I had recurred one specific memory about this weekend… I remember that my swim team and I had organized a special meet and invited other team to join us. Each team had a different cap that had something to do with Labor Day (I can’t really remember what was mine). Anyways, I remember that no one took it like a competition, every face had a big smile even the coaches that have a strict disposition! I can’t describe how much fun we had that day!

At the end of the day I realized that events like those bring everyone together and that’s what really make everyone happy and gives them the chance to wear a smile.

Are You Missing Me the Way I Do to You?

It is 5:30 p.m. it’s about the time where absolutely everyone will log into this so called website: Facebook. I go through my notifications, newsfeeds and stop at a comment my cousin Sabrina, made. It was about how much she missed me but it also said that the Exit Magazine, where our pictures of our party had been printed had come out finally! I was so excited; we had been waiting about almost a month now. As fast as I could, I told her to get on Skype and locally she got the notification in no time! She first showed me the magazine somewhat blurry because of the camera but it was fine...there was a picture of Sabrina and I with all my cousins, and three others with friends. I couldn't believe it, I was in a magazine. She said she was going to send it by mail and some other stuff too including the invitation so I can put in my memory box.

(I'm not done with my slice of life yet...I'm going to write about something else that happened while talking with Sabrina.) So between all that happiness I remembered that I had made my poetry Friday about talking with her on Skype just like now. I decided to open up my blog and share it with her, just after the second I finished reading she was quiet and burst into tears. I couldn’t help it but cry along with her the pain of being so far away is just unbelievable. I remembered that I was going for Christmas over there, but it was a surprise so I couldn’t say anything about it yet.