I change my own story

        I grew up with my grandmother on my father's side. She was a healthy and strong woman.

 I remember all the love that she gave to my brothers and me. She did everything for us. She went to our teacher's meetings and when we were sick she took care of us like a good mother. I love her to death. She taught me how to cook, clean and be a good woman at the house. Also she taught me how to sew. I loved those moments with her. One day she didn't feel good. My aunt who lived in the second floor with my cousin took her to the hospital, but my grandmother never came back home. She died on that day of a heart attack.

At the young age of 8 years old, I was worried about what was  going to happen with my brothers and me.

We went home after we buried my grandma, and I heard a convensation in the living room with all my uncles and my aunt. My aunt was telling them the last wishes of my grandma. My grandma told my aunt to take care of us until we grew up. And she would receive money every month from the Social  Security because of us. She stayed with us and they gave her our money from Social security, but she didn't love us with all her heart. She usually yelled and hit me whenever she saw my face, because every time she looked at me I reminded her of my mother, and she didn't like my Mom. I never understood why she treated me liked that, until the years past by. She always used to compare me with her daughter. She told me her daughter was better and more intelligent than me, but she never said her daughter was more beautiful than me, because she knew her daughter wasn't pretty. She always told me I wasn't going to be successful and became homeless.Then she swore at me.

When I was 14 years old, I was already tired of that situation so I got out the house. And I started my own life, but I always remember all the words that she told me before. But I knew it that I can break that bond that she wanted me to follow. I moved to United State to leave my past behind. And now if I compare myself I feel so much successful and more blessed for all  that I have achieved. That's how I changed the story that my aunt wanted to write for me.

My son Jose football player

My son Jose started to play football when we moved to Derby, C.T. At first when he talked to me, I was strongly against this sport that he chose, because it's a rough sport.

But my adviser talked to me and said that was a good sport for his difficult behavior, she told me they were going to teach him discipline and following rules.

When we went to the first practice I asked him if he was sure he wanted to keep playing this sport. He told me "yes mom." I didn't want him to play this sport because it was a rough sport and he could get hurt easily.


The practice was two and half hours a day from Monday to Thursday with all the heavy equipment, helmet and the pats. The weather didn't matter raining or snowing, and they didn't cancel the practice any more than the games. I thought that was too much for kids. After the first practice he came home so tired and sore. I had to give him a massage with bengay. However, he didn't care about hurting because he loved it.

Sometimes the coach screamed at him, to do whatever he needed to do right. from the bench, I could see Jose's face and I knew he didn't like the ways that the coach talked to him like that. One day he told me "Mom, I want to quit". And I replied "no you can not". In my mind, I knew that he needed those types of activities to control his temperament and all his energy, but I said to him Jose I paid already so you need to keep playing football to the end of the season. He finished the season very well.

One day he surprised me, he told me "mom" I want to enroll in football again, Now he's a good player and he plays all positions on the field. And I'm his #1 fan. And also his little brother wants to follow his steps.