In the end, we’re all made of stardust

Sometimes, the universe, or God, or whomever or whatever it may be that controls our fate, decides there isn’t enough chaos in our life, so it stirs some problems up in its magic caldron and throws it out in the open, hitting us in the face with it. It’s a great experience, really, but it’s also annoying. I understand that problems and hardships are a natural factor in life and are inevitable and necessary for us to flourish into better people, but that doesn’t make them any more tedious. Continue reading “In the end, we’re all made of stardust”

Advertisements

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”

A Day in the Life of Yander Gonzalez/ His Story and Development

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Yander Gonzalez has always been considered a pity child. Since he was born, he’s been neglected by nearly everyone who crosses his path: his mother abandoned him at just three months old in Cuba, which left him to his father’s care; his father then married, and just like that, Yander gained a new person who he would call his mother; but recently, his father and the woman separated and he was completely abandoned again by his mother–just that now it was a new one he loved very dearly, and now he was aware that he left her; because of the harsh separation, his father started deserting him and they barely see each other, so Continue reading “A Day in the Life of Yander Gonzalez/ His Story and Development”

I live in fear

Despite hearing the constant cries for help that come out of so many children, teenagers, and even adults’ mouths, it appears no one can hear them.
So many lives have been lost this year alone that it’s atrocious.
Despite us asking for such simple changes in our government, more guns are being handed out in silver platters to children, heartless people and worse.
At this point in my life, I can’t go on with my day without hearing on the news a report about a school shooting; Continue reading “I live in fear”

I am my hands

I am my hands. As I gaze upon these two vital parts of my body whose importance and valuable assistance in my daily life I often give for granted, I contemplate the overwhelming and numerous thoughts that seem to emerge as I keep looking at them.

I can almost tell my whole life’s story just by looking at them. Starting from my long and hairy-knuckled (which I’m honestly not very proud of) fingers; one of them in which lies the precious gold and black ring that my mother bestowed onto me about a year ago. Continue reading “I am my hands”

All the wonderful things to be thankful for

It’s been a few days since Thanksgiving occurred and I keep wondering why it was chosen by people to make this the one day a year in which they sit down to think about what they’re thankful for. I mean, you get 365 —or 366, it depends— days a year, and you really only pick one to sit down and thank whoever or whatever you want, when there are endless things that we can and should be grateful for every single day of our lives? Continue reading “All the wonderful things to be thankful for”