To my mother

She was the light I saw

When I first opened my eyes.

 

She was the one who took me

In her arms

And taught me how to live

And how to love

And how to die.

 

She’s the one who gave me comfort

When I cried for the first time;

The one who dried my tears

When I felt alone at night.

 

She’s the only one who has seen me–

Her eyes as bright and clear

As the greatest shining star–

And loved me for who I truly am.

 

Her touch, gentle and feminine,

Opened the gates to my heart

And saw what was hidden inside.

 

She is my only one true love,

The one for who I would die.

And in honor of her heart

I’ll always keep her in mine.

 

 

I decided to post this today in honor of International Women’s Day. Enjoy!

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Family pt2

I have mentioned before how my mother went to university, but it is an overstatement to say that her accomplishing that was easy or normal in her family; she was the very first one to attend this higher level of education and actually finish it; and she did so with nearly perfect scores, coming in third place from her entire school of thousands of students. Getting her degree was intense, though: the 1980s were not good years to earn a degree in Cuba. The year in which my mother graduated high school and started applying for university, Cuba was in need of teachers all over the country. My mother was very excited about university and having put medicine—specifically a neurologist—as her first choice in what she wanted to study in made her proud. But the Cuban government had other plans, so she was forced into studying to become an English teacher the next four years of her life. Her biggest support during this difficult time was her grandmother, who had always supported her in anything she accomplished, and who told Irisbel that if she didn’t finish her major despite her hatred towards it, she would never finish anything else in her life because, as she used to say: “all that is started must be finished if you seek success in your life.”
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Family

At an early age (only 2 years old), Irisbel Ortiz Rivero started showing her clear, prominent trait of persistence. It was a fiery summer day in Cuba, and Iris had just arrived from a long car ride that had taken her from Camagüey to La Havana. The entire trip—which had been a long 5 hours in the least—riled up Irisbel’s growing desire to visit Coppelia, a place which was known throughout the country for its amazing ice cream. Since many people liked to have something to refresh themselves with under the hot and unforgiving sun, no one really questioned people who traveled several states just to get a taste of the Cuban delicacy that was Coppelia.
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Humans of MLEC: Moving to a New Country

Melissa Noda
Freshman
Cambridge-Global Studies

“It all started when my uncle came from Cuba on a boat–he spent three days in the sea–and then he came here… five years passed and he became a citizen and claimed my dad. By then my dad was already married to my mom and they had me, too, so two years after he claimed us, we did the interview and all it was accepted, so five months later it was time for us to come here. Continue reading “Humans of MLEC: Moving to a New Country”

Thanksgiving Throwback

Before Thanksgiving even happened last year, my family decided it was a great idea to do something we rarely do: go out. For the first time in our (four?) years of living in the United States, we went to a church and celebrated early. It was honestly a fun day and we enjoyed eating popcorn and taking pictures everywhere and I hope we do it again next year. Continue reading “Thanksgiving Throwback”

A Journey to Disney Springs (on my birthday)

My winter break started when my family (my mom, grandma, stepdad and stepdad’s grandson) and I went on a trip to Orlando, Florida to spend my mom and I’s birthday, Christmas Eve and Christmas morning there. So, I decided to do a photo essay on my favorite day, which ended up being the day in which I turned 15 and my mom turned… an age she’d rather not mention. For this special event, we got up super late and unexpectedly (because we had literally no plans) decided to go to Disney Springs to spend our day; here’s some of what happened… Continue reading “A Journey to Disney Springs (on my birthday)”

When I need you

It was December 23, 2003 when I came,

and, then, only ten days after, you left,

And from that time I should’ve known

That it would always stay the same.

Years came and we got closer

But then you got another family.

I always knew you were a poser

But it still hurt to see you happily.

Fifteen years have gone by

And I can’t help but realize:

You’d never sing me a lullaby

And yet I loved you without thinking twice.

When I think of it, with me

I sympathize

Because that love I thought you for me had

Feels like nothing but a lie.

Years came and we got closer

And you’d still claim a lot from me,

And even though you never call me

I still became your devotee.

We went different ways,

But I still loved you;

We become different people,

But I still missed you.

Life brought us back together

And I thought it would be for good

But everything stayed like always

(Probably the way it always should).

And then my fifteenth party arrived

And you made it your second option.

That day I realized you’re never there.

You’re never there when I need you.

An Awaited Birthday

It’s exactly 11:30pm when I glance at the top of my phone where it indicates the current time. Only thirty more minutes.

The time has finally come. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was four and my family has been anticipating it with equal excitement since I was born. It’s a lot to take in.

Turning fifteen won’t be an easy thing. Why you ask? Because it changes everything. Continue reading “An Awaited Birthday”

Music Turned Into Writing: I don’t want to be you anymore

I’ve always wanted to be the star of the show. It might sound narcissistic but, honestly, being the main focus of everything always felt really good and right—like it was meant to be for me. Growing up I had everything to make it possible for me to stand out: the personality, the charisma, what my teachers called the ‘spark’, the talents, the easygoing nature, etc. So, it was never hard for me to fit in anywhere and always have massive crowds of people after or with me at all times. Continue reading “Music Turned Into Writing: I don’t want to be you anymore”