9/20/1985
Saul was seven years of age and Primo was one. Today while they were relaxing on Revere Beach with their mom and dad, Saul got the wrong idea to play a prank on papa.
Mr. Sanchez was getting hot under the sun and stood up from his towel to jump in the ocean. Saul was lying on the towel right next to papa and reached up pulling down his shorts all the way to his ankles, and Saul found out why the Coyote always called Mr. Sanchez A Long Dong.
Mr. Sanchez was so infuriated that when he brought Saul home he intended to finally teach this boy a lesson.When the Sanchez' got home Papa grabbed Saul by the head of his hair, Saul cried and Mr. Sanchez told the boy in Spanish he better go hide.
Saul never took his parents seriously, they always threatened him but never acted upon it. This time around Saul was in a rude awakening.
His father in a fit of rage went behind the television grabbing an extension cord, found Saul, and whipped him aggressively with it on his back.
The next day at school Saul could not sit with his back on the chair and it was quite obvious to the teacher that Saul was in some serious pain. Saul denied telling anyone what happened. He told the teacher that he hurt his back playing basketball.
3/26/1989
Primo was five years old now. He has the same cafe caramel skin tone like his mom, but he resembled his dad very much with the Sicilian features and skinny build. He was the baby with brown flowing curly hair.
Today the Sanchez went to the department store to buy a new wardrobe for the family.
Now Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez were both working so they had a lot more income coming in to afford anything they wanted. Mr. Sanchez was able to put money aside to save or send money to his country for both of his mothers were still there. He sent money to pay his sisters college so she can become a lawyer and his cousin so he can become a doctor.
He also put some money aside for Christmas to feed the poor people in his country on Christmas Eve. This made him feel good to help his people for at the time Nicaragua was a third world country and an American dollar bill was of high value and could easily feed five people.
Mrs. Sanchez was working at a hotel in Boston. She was a housemaid attendant.
She busted her ass to the point of exhaustion and they paid her less than everyone else, but she stuck with it and got the trade union workers to support her and was able to get everyone a raise and the same wages.
Saul was eleven years old now, and still up to his antics. While they were in line at the checkout Saul and Primo were waiting for the candy that Papa bought to be scanned. Saul always tried to get Primo in trouble because he didn't think it was fair that just because Primo was the baby he should get any special treatment.
So, Saul looked for coniving ways to set Primo up. like today in the checkout line, Saul decided to let out a huge fart. Then he turns around looking at Primo in surprise saying, "Primo! BRO YOU STINK!" Mama, Papa, Saul, and even the cashier had to cover their noses. Primo was so embarassed.
When they got home mama used corporal punishment to teach him a lesson. She made Primo kneel on hard rice with a book in each hand and his arms extended with his nose touching and facing the wall for 30 minutes.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Friday, November 18, 2016
Chapter Eight- It's show time!
09/20/1985
I did have to grow up fast. I was born and raised in Cambridge MA. At this time in life I was going to the East End House after school program and living off of Seventh Street right by the court house. Every morning was the same routine. I would get out of bed, brush my teeth, comb my hair, and get dressed. I believe today I might have been running a little bit behind schedule because as I made my way to the bus stop I noticed none of my other friends were there, and I stood there a long time before I finally realized that I must have missed the bus. I headed home and when I got there I couldn't find my mom.
I didn't know exactly what I should do. I was only seven years old and this was the first time that I have ever missed the bus. I decided to head back to the bus stop hoping the bus would come, but it didn't. I began to cry. Cambridge Street was a very busy street. The cars were making their daily route. All the parking spots were filled and the bakery across the street had the aroma of sweet pastries. The aroma was not enough today to calm my nerves. I sat on the corner with my head between my knees sobbing like a little baby. Then suddenly I heard a siren and looked up and saw a police cruiser.
The police rolled down the window and an officer asked me, “Are you OK little girl?” I replied, ”No, I missed my bus.” Then the officer asked, “What school do you attend?” I replied, “The Martin Luther King Jr.” He responded, “C'mon get in. I'll take you there.” I hoped into the cruiser and got a ride to school by a real nice cop. When I entered the vehicle it smelled like leather and pine, and there was a cage between the officer and I. When he pulled up to the school it felt wicked weird, to be honest I didn't want anyone to think that I got arrested, so as soon as I got out I slammed the door and ran to the principal’s office and immediately explained what happened.
Ms. Carisle was my teacher and my cousin Michelle was in my class. We had a math test, and for some reason my mind was distracted today. I was always distracted easily. If someone was talking around me I would hear all the noise that was surrounding me all at once which was very overwhelming. I could never focus on one thing at a time. On all my report cards every teacher would make the same comments. Does not pay attention in class, stares into space, and talks too much. What nobody realized at the time was that I was having petit mal seizures. I was talking out of turn because my thoughts were going a mile a minute and it took a while for my brain to catch up to my mouth, for I suffered with a mental learning disability called ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder).
I was a visual, not an auditory learner. I almost didn't pass any grade, but the child left behind. Mr. Stevenson, our vice principle, interrupted Ms. Carisle to ask to dismiss Michelle and I from class. This was a special day for us. Michelle and I attended the same academy taught by Debbie Mason. We jumped in a cab, the cab driver was Michelle's uncle. I told Michelle, ”Funny! I arrived to school in a cop car and got picked up by a cab!” The cab took us into Boston and dropped us off in front of the John Hancock building and our mothers were awaiting our arrival when we got there.
The buildings were huge, they towered like rocket ships. Inside was so glamorous and fancy. As soon as I arrived my mother started rushing me and I asked my ma, “What's going on? What am I doing here?” Mom said, “You have to hurry up and get dressed, you have your dance recital today, it's today!” My dancing performance was based on the movie theme Peter Pan. I was an Indian who had to hoot & holla in an Indian circle. Which was nice and I had fun. Any excuse to get out of school was fine by me.
03/26/1989
Now I am 10 years old and Mr. Peck is my teacher. Today we are preparing for a whale watch field trip and my mom is supposed to chaperon. I had her sign and date the permission slip. I got myself ready as usual the daily ritual except this time I had to wake-up my mom. I cracked open her door and it was like entering a cave. I shook my Ma to wake her up, but she groaned and turned over. I said to her, ”C'mon Ma. You have to wake up. You promised that you would chaperon my field trip today. Field trip. Today.” My Ma retorted, “Yeah, yeah.” I started making my way to school thinking there is no way she is going to get up, and I started to feel disappointed When I got to class an signed into homeroom; guess who decided to show? My Ma!
I almost could not believe my eyes. Mr. Peck assigned us groups and so many classmates wanted to be in my Ma's group. All my friends in my class told me that my Ma was so pretty and cool. This made me and my Ma feel really good. We went on a whale watch to the Island of Shoal’s. Mr. Peck set up a challenge for each group to do a scavenger hunt. We collected rocks, stink weed, the carcasses of species, fossils, and grass and passed them off to my Ma to store. Our group won for we were able to collect all the items off the list first :)
I did have to grow up fast. I was born and raised in Cambridge MA. At this time in life I was going to the East End House after school program and living off of Seventh Street right by the court house. Every morning was the same routine. I would get out of bed, brush my teeth, comb my hair, and get dressed. I believe today I might have been running a little bit behind schedule because as I made my way to the bus stop I noticed none of my other friends were there, and I stood there a long time before I finally realized that I must have missed the bus. I headed home and when I got there I couldn't find my mom.
I didn't know exactly what I should do. I was only seven years old and this was the first time that I have ever missed the bus. I decided to head back to the bus stop hoping the bus would come, but it didn't. I began to cry. Cambridge Street was a very busy street. The cars were making their daily route. All the parking spots were filled and the bakery across the street had the aroma of sweet pastries. The aroma was not enough today to calm my nerves. I sat on the corner with my head between my knees sobbing like a little baby. Then suddenly I heard a siren and looked up and saw a police cruiser.
The police rolled down the window and an officer asked me, “Are you OK little girl?” I replied, ”No, I missed my bus.” Then the officer asked, “What school do you attend?” I replied, “The Martin Luther King Jr.” He responded, “C'mon get in. I'll take you there.” I hoped into the cruiser and got a ride to school by a real nice cop. When I entered the vehicle it smelled like leather and pine, and there was a cage between the officer and I. When he pulled up to the school it felt wicked weird, to be honest I didn't want anyone to think that I got arrested, so as soon as I got out I slammed the door and ran to the principal’s office and immediately explained what happened.
Ms. Carisle was my teacher and my cousin Michelle was in my class. We had a math test, and for some reason my mind was distracted today. I was always distracted easily. If someone was talking around me I would hear all the noise that was surrounding me all at once which was very overwhelming. I could never focus on one thing at a time. On all my report cards every teacher would make the same comments. Does not pay attention in class, stares into space, and talks too much. What nobody realized at the time was that I was having petit mal seizures. I was talking out of turn because my thoughts were going a mile a minute and it took a while for my brain to catch up to my mouth, for I suffered with a mental learning disability called ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder).
I was a visual, not an auditory learner. I almost didn't pass any grade, but the child left behind. Mr. Stevenson, our vice principle, interrupted Ms. Carisle to ask to dismiss Michelle and I from class. This was a special day for us. Michelle and I attended the same academy taught by Debbie Mason. We jumped in a cab, the cab driver was Michelle's uncle. I told Michelle, ”Funny! I arrived to school in a cop car and got picked up by a cab!” The cab took us into Boston and dropped us off in front of the John Hancock building and our mothers were awaiting our arrival when we got there.
The buildings were huge, they towered like rocket ships. Inside was so glamorous and fancy. As soon as I arrived my mother started rushing me and I asked my ma, “What's going on? What am I doing here?” Mom said, “You have to hurry up and get dressed, you have your dance recital today, it's today!” My dancing performance was based on the movie theme Peter Pan. I was an Indian who had to hoot & holla in an Indian circle. Which was nice and I had fun. Any excuse to get out of school was fine by me.
03/26/1989
Now I am 10 years old and Mr. Peck is my teacher. Today we are preparing for a whale watch field trip and my mom is supposed to chaperon. I had her sign and date the permission slip. I got myself ready as usual the daily ritual except this time I had to wake-up my mom. I cracked open her door and it was like entering a cave. I shook my Ma to wake her up, but she groaned and turned over. I said to her, ”C'mon Ma. You have to wake up. You promised that you would chaperon my field trip today. Field trip. Today.” My Ma retorted, “Yeah, yeah.” I started making my way to school thinking there is no way she is going to get up, and I started to feel disappointed When I got to class an signed into homeroom; guess who decided to show? My Ma!
I almost could not believe my eyes. Mr. Peck assigned us groups and so many classmates wanted to be in my Ma's group. All my friends in my class told me that my Ma was so pretty and cool. This made me and my Ma feel really good. We went on a whale watch to the Island of Shoal’s. Mr. Peck set up a challenge for each group to do a scavenger hunt. We collected rocks, stink weed, the carcasses of species, fossils, and grass and passed them off to my Ma to store. Our group won for we were able to collect all the items off the list first :)
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Chapter Seven- It's A Boy!
7/15/1984
The Doctor said to Mrs. Sanchez. “O.K. When I count to three I need you to take a deep breath and push, but don't hold your breath, OK?” Like I said, Mrs. Sanchez did not understand him, but there was a kind nurse nearby her that was mimicking what Mrs. Sanchez should be doing; the nurse used visuals with her fingers and sounds with her voice so Mrs. Sanchez understood what her Doctor meant. Mrs. Sanchez got the gist of it.
The Dr. mentioned, “O.K. Ready? One, two, three, now push.” Mrs. Sanchez let out a huge cry. Dr. said, “Good, good, O.K. We got the head, the baby is halfway there and looks to have nice pigmentation. You need to do it again. One more time. One, two, three, push with all your might!” Mrs. Sanchez pushed crying, “Adios Mios, Ay de mi, Ay mama, Ahhh!” (Here we go, Oh my God, Ouch mama, Ahhh!) Soon the baby came and shortly after that the placenta.
The doctor cut the umbilical cord and told Mrs Sanchez, “It's a boy! Welcome to the world little one.” Then the Doctor passed the baby over to the nurses who did their job keenly to wipe down and clean the baby and suck out all the mucous. The baby let out a cry and it sounded like music to Mrs. Sanchez' ears. As soon as they took the baby she began to grow agitated telling them, “No! dame, dame!” (Give me! No! Give me).
The nurse who was coaching Mrs. Sanchez labor did understand a little bit of Spanish since one of her friends from El Salvador taught her some; speaking to Mrs. Sanchez gently, “Asi, no problemo; este es nino.” (It's O.K. No problem, it's a boy). Mrs. Sanchez tears started to fall as she looked into the nurses eye's and asked, “El nino?” (A boy?) The nurse replied, “Si, el nino.” (Yes, A boy).
At this point Mrs. Sanchez was not crying due to the fact that it was a boy. No, she was elated about all the miracle's that occured that day to bring her to this point now. She was beside this person that could understand her. This was truly another miracle from God. She asked this nurse, “El nino fuerte?” (Is the boy strong?) The nurse responded, “Si, el nino es muchos fuerte” (The baby boy is very strong). Before Mrs. Sanchez even had a moment to ask where the baby was the nurse was there placing her baby in it's mothers arms.
Mr. Sanchez wanted to name the baby after him too. Mrs. Sanchez told him of how ridiculous of an idea that was. She had a better idea. Back in Nicaragua her cousin had passed and his name was Coronado, so in Memory of him she decided to name her baby after him. She told him in her native tongue, “No! Ay que lindo. El nombre es Primo Coronado Sanchez.” (No! Look at how beautiful he is. His name is Cousin Coronando Sanchez).
It was a 7lbs 11oz. baby boy named Primo (which means cousin in Spanish).
The Doctor said to Mrs. Sanchez. “O.K. When I count to three I need you to take a deep breath and push, but don't hold your breath, OK?” Like I said, Mrs. Sanchez did not understand him, but there was a kind nurse nearby her that was mimicking what Mrs. Sanchez should be doing; the nurse used visuals with her fingers and sounds with her voice so Mrs. Sanchez understood what her Doctor meant. Mrs. Sanchez got the gist of it.
The Dr. mentioned, “O.K. Ready? One, two, three, now push.” Mrs. Sanchez let out a huge cry. Dr. said, “Good, good, O.K. We got the head, the baby is halfway there and looks to have nice pigmentation. You need to do it again. One more time. One, two, three, push with all your might!” Mrs. Sanchez pushed crying, “Adios Mios, Ay de mi, Ay mama, Ahhh!” (Here we go, Oh my God, Ouch mama, Ahhh!) Soon the baby came and shortly after that the placenta.
The doctor cut the umbilical cord and told Mrs Sanchez, “It's a boy! Welcome to the world little one.” Then the Doctor passed the baby over to the nurses who did their job keenly to wipe down and clean the baby and suck out all the mucous. The baby let out a cry and it sounded like music to Mrs. Sanchez' ears. As soon as they took the baby she began to grow agitated telling them, “No! dame, dame!” (Give me! No! Give me).
The nurse who was coaching Mrs. Sanchez labor did understand a little bit of Spanish since one of her friends from El Salvador taught her some; speaking to Mrs. Sanchez gently, “Asi, no problemo; este es nino.” (It's O.K. No problem, it's a boy). Mrs. Sanchez tears started to fall as she looked into the nurses eye's and asked, “El nino?” (A boy?) The nurse replied, “Si, el nino.” (Yes, A boy).
At this point Mrs. Sanchez was not crying due to the fact that it was a boy. No, she was elated about all the miracle's that occured that day to bring her to this point now. She was beside this person that could understand her. This was truly another miracle from God. She asked this nurse, “El nino fuerte?” (Is the boy strong?) The nurse responded, “Si, el nino es muchos fuerte” (The baby boy is very strong). Before Mrs. Sanchez even had a moment to ask where the baby was the nurse was there placing her baby in it's mothers arms.
Mr. Sanchez wanted to name the baby after him too. Mrs. Sanchez told him of how ridiculous of an idea that was. She had a better idea. Back in Nicaragua her cousin had passed and his name was Coronado, so in Memory of him she decided to name her baby after him. She told him in her native tongue, “No! Ay que lindo. El nombre es Primo Coronado Sanchez.” (No! Look at how beautiful he is. His name is Cousin Coronando Sanchez).
It was a 7lbs 11oz. baby boy named Primo (which means cousin in Spanish).
Chapter Six- Primo's Arrival
7-15-1984
Mr. Sanchez, like I mentioned before had to work three jobs to make ends meet. Mrs Sanchez being nine months pregnant would have another mouth to feed. Due to the fact that they were very poor immigrants Mrs. Sanchez did not have insurance or a doctor to assist her with her health care.
One day while Mrs. Sanchez was doing laundry she reached down to pull out the wet clothes, while she was bending over she felt a contraction and started to panic. She immediately went to her neighbor for help. Mrs. Sanchez' neighbors name was Rose who was also from Nicaragua, and she actually resembled Mrs. Sanchez who was a short, stout woman with Mayan features. Mrs Sanchez knew she better go to the hospital for this was her second child and she knew what a contraction meant, so she asked Rose to watch Sal while she got checked out by a Doctor.
Mrs. Sanchez hobbled onto a bus and made her way to the hospital. The contractions seemed to be coming on every 15 minutes. Boy did this pain hurt. Mrs. Sanchez was praying on the bus that her baby was OK. When she got to the LA Metropolitan Hospital they turned her away because she did not have insurance, and could not speak English; so they could not understand her predicament. This created quite an obstacle for Mrs. Sanchez She did not know what to do. Poor Mrs. Sanchez, she was so scared. She couldn't even understand why the people in the hospital would not assist her. She was frightened, confused, and overall upset. Now the contractions were coming along every 10 minutes and excruciatingly painful. Mrs. Sanchez sat on a park bench in the middle of L.A. Huffing, unprepared, and getting ready to have a baby.
Soon there was a young, white, and beautiful woman walking her child by Mrs. Sanchez, and the woman saw her struggling in pain. She approached and asked Mrs. Sanchez, “Hi, Are you OK?” Mrs. Sanchez replied, “Ay u dame, por favor!” (Help me please). As she grimaced in pain. The woman came to the conclusion right away that Mrs. Sanchez was in some serious pain and by the size of her abdomen that she was pregnant. Mrs. Sanchez was holding her belly and pointing saying, “Yo soy cuidado, Ay ma ma, Ay de mi! Ay u dame'. Por favor!” (Be careful. Oh my ma!! Oh my God. Help me please.) And then she let out a loud cry, “Aaaaah!” The woman was with her baby and it wasn't too long ago that she was mustering up the courage to deliver her own child. Even though the woman could not understand Mrs Sanchez she definitely knew that Mrs. Sanchez was in labor now. She knew what that Aaaah! Meant; that the baby was coming.
The woman with her baby stroller and child made their way to the nearest telephone and called 911. It didn't take long for the ambulance to respond. When the EMT's arrived Mrs. Sanchez contractions started coming along harder and faster. They were now 8 minutes apart. Although Mrs. Sanchez never did get this woman's name who helped her; she considered her a guardian angel and thanked her kindly
Mrs. Sanchez said to her, “Ay de mi, gracias angel; muchos gracias.” (Oh my God, thank you angel; thank you very much). The woman held her hand and stayed by her side as they loaded Mrs. Sanchez into the ambulance. The woman stood by and watched with her baby in her arms. Mrs. Sanchez stared in amazement thinking; could this be the blessed mother Mary coming to her aide? An angel from heaven above, sent from God? An answer to all her prayers. Mrs. Sanchez said, “Adios, gracias blankita!” (Thank you white woman, good bye).
By the time the ambulance arrived at the hospital her contractions were even closer, they were 5 minutes apart. She was screaming and panting in pain and her water broke so she was soaking wet now. They had her cut her clothes off to get to the spot where the baby was crowning. Mrs. Sanchez felt a little violated since they had to come at her with scissors. She was a bit frightened; but her clothes were all bloody anyways so she let it go.
Sure enough the baby was crowning and the contractions were coming along every 3 minutes The pain was unbearable, but it was too late now for anesthesia. The baby was absolutely coming. Mrs. Sanchez was hoping for a baby girl so she could have the best of both worlds with a boy and girl. This was the first time any man other than her husband had seen her vagina. She felt a little uncomfortable about it. She understood the necessity of it, though if she had a choice she would have assigned herself a female doctor.
As Mrs. Sanchez struggled to push and breathe the doctor buried his head under the slip of covers cascading over the miracle that was about to come into this world. The doctor said, “Oh boy! This baby is coming any minute. This woman is fully dilated and the head is crowning. Seems to be in position. We're having a baby!” As the doctor prepped his nurses for the new arrival he asked Mrs. Sanchez to push even though she couldn't understand, Mrs. Sanchez did as she was told.
Mr. Sanchez, like I mentioned before had to work three jobs to make ends meet. Mrs Sanchez being nine months pregnant would have another mouth to feed. Due to the fact that they were very poor immigrants Mrs. Sanchez did not have insurance or a doctor to assist her with her health care.
One day while Mrs. Sanchez was doing laundry she reached down to pull out the wet clothes, while she was bending over she felt a contraction and started to panic. She immediately went to her neighbor for help. Mrs. Sanchez' neighbors name was Rose who was also from Nicaragua, and she actually resembled Mrs. Sanchez who was a short, stout woman with Mayan features. Mrs Sanchez knew she better go to the hospital for this was her second child and she knew what a contraction meant, so she asked Rose to watch Sal while she got checked out by a Doctor.
Mrs. Sanchez hobbled onto a bus and made her way to the hospital. The contractions seemed to be coming on every 15 minutes. Boy did this pain hurt. Mrs. Sanchez was praying on the bus that her baby was OK. When she got to the LA Metropolitan Hospital they turned her away because she did not have insurance, and could not speak English; so they could not understand her predicament. This created quite an obstacle for Mrs. Sanchez She did not know what to do. Poor Mrs. Sanchez, she was so scared. She couldn't even understand why the people in the hospital would not assist her. She was frightened, confused, and overall upset. Now the contractions were coming along every 10 minutes and excruciatingly painful. Mrs. Sanchez sat on a park bench in the middle of L.A. Huffing, unprepared, and getting ready to have a baby.
Soon there was a young, white, and beautiful woman walking her child by Mrs. Sanchez, and the woman saw her struggling in pain. She approached and asked Mrs. Sanchez, “Hi, Are you OK?” Mrs. Sanchez replied, “Ay u dame, por favor!” (Help me please). As she grimaced in pain. The woman came to the conclusion right away that Mrs. Sanchez was in some serious pain and by the size of her abdomen that she was pregnant. Mrs. Sanchez was holding her belly and pointing saying, “Yo soy cuidado, Ay ma ma, Ay de mi! Ay u dame'. Por favor!” (Be careful. Oh my ma!! Oh my God. Help me please.) And then she let out a loud cry, “Aaaaah!” The woman was with her baby and it wasn't too long ago that she was mustering up the courage to deliver her own child. Even though the woman could not understand Mrs Sanchez she definitely knew that Mrs. Sanchez was in labor now. She knew what that Aaaah! Meant; that the baby was coming.
The woman with her baby stroller and child made their way to the nearest telephone and called 911. It didn't take long for the ambulance to respond. When the EMT's arrived Mrs. Sanchez contractions started coming along harder and faster. They were now 8 minutes apart. Although Mrs. Sanchez never did get this woman's name who helped her; she considered her a guardian angel and thanked her kindly
Mrs. Sanchez said to her, “Ay de mi, gracias angel; muchos gracias.” (Oh my God, thank you angel; thank you very much). The woman held her hand and stayed by her side as they loaded Mrs. Sanchez into the ambulance. The woman stood by and watched with her baby in her arms. Mrs. Sanchez stared in amazement thinking; could this be the blessed mother Mary coming to her aide? An angel from heaven above, sent from God? An answer to all her prayers. Mrs. Sanchez said, “Adios, gracias blankita!” (Thank you white woman, good bye).
By the time the ambulance arrived at the hospital her contractions were even closer, they were 5 minutes apart. She was screaming and panting in pain and her water broke so she was soaking wet now. They had her cut her clothes off to get to the spot where the baby was crowning. Mrs. Sanchez felt a little violated since they had to come at her with scissors. She was a bit frightened; but her clothes were all bloody anyways so she let it go.
Sure enough the baby was crowning and the contractions were coming along every 3 minutes The pain was unbearable, but it was too late now for anesthesia. The baby was absolutely coming. Mrs. Sanchez was hoping for a baby girl so she could have the best of both worlds with a boy and girl. This was the first time any man other than her husband had seen her vagina. She felt a little uncomfortable about it. She understood the necessity of it, though if she had a choice she would have assigned herself a female doctor.
As Mrs. Sanchez struggled to push and breathe the doctor buried his head under the slip of covers cascading over the miracle that was about to come into this world. The doctor said, “Oh boy! This baby is coming any minute. This woman is fully dilated and the head is crowning. Seems to be in position. We're having a baby!” As the doctor prepped his nurses for the new arrival he asked Mrs. Sanchez to push even though she couldn't understand, Mrs. Sanchez did as she was told.
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Chapter Five- Where Is My Daddy?
04/20/1982
My mom and I had to leave our home for our own protection. We stayed at the Holiday Inn in Somerville, MA. It was an extended stay, around Easter Sunday. Mommy got me a makeup Barbie head. She surprised me with a pretty dress, and we went with my nana to Auntie Kay’s house for Easter dinner.
For a long time I didn’t see my daddy and I really missed him. For a long while I didn’t even see my mommy. I just stayed close to my nana’s side and we went everywhere together. She was my best friend ever! One day while we were going down Magazine St. I decided to run ahead of her and she screamed, “Bea stop running! God’s gonna punish you!” I just kept running ahead not paying any mind until it happened…. I tripped over the curb skinning my knee. Then I see my nana putting a little pep in her step to catch up to me. Then she say’s, “see I told you he was gonna punish you.” I retorted back; “Well he didn’t have to push me!”
I kept asking my nana, “Where’s my mommy and daddy?”My nana would say good question? I don’t know. Let’s ask your mother!”Then she would proceed to pick up the phone and dial just to get a busy signal. When my ma finally did get to show her face my nana was outraged with my ma, “What the hell are you doing! This kid has been asking for you. She is your responsibility Brie, if you didn’t want her you shouldn't have had her.” Then ma scooped me up and took me to Auntie Kay’s house and left me there.
My ma started seeing some weird, short, Portuguese dude named Nick. He smelled fishy and had a mustache, he also talked a funny language I had never heard before. Every time he spoke English he sounded funny and I saw him kiss my ma on the lips, and I know my daddy would not let that go. When he was driving us to the mall one day, I kept asking my ma, “Where is my daddy?” I must have asked that same question 30 times and Nick said to my Ma, “What is Bea talking about?” And my ma said to him, “I don’t know. Do you mind pulling over so I can talk to my daughter please?”
So Nick pulled over and let us out. My ma and I stepped into a phone booth and picked up the phone pretending to make a phone call. She handed me the receiver and said, “Listen Bea, you have to stop.” Then I retorted, “ Stop what?” My ma replied, “Stop asking that question.” I yelled at her “ Why? Where is he? I miss my daddy. I want my daddy!” My ma said, “He is not your father!” I questioned her again, “He’s not my daddy? Where is my father?” My ma then retorted, “He’s dead now shut the hell up and get in the goddamn car.”
After I got in the car. I started crying a little bit thinking about Lenny, I couldn’t believe he wasn’t my daddy. Will I ever see him again? Was this new guy Nick gonna be my father now? I was so confused. What about my real father? Did my real daddy have a name? What did he look like? And what did dead mean? I cried myself to sleep. When we got home I pretended to be asleep so my ma would carry me in and embrace me because I felt so alone. Instead, I have this strange man carrying me up the stairs and putting me to bed in a new home, in a new bed, and in a room all by myself. This change really scared me. I cracked open my door to see my ma sniffling and wiping her nose, Nick did it to. Were they sick? I don’t know but it looked like they were smelling baby powder. Whatever it was they kept doing it, sniffling and wiping. All I wanted at that moment was my daddy because it didn’t seem like my ma wanted me around.
I was so sad so I cried myself to sleep again.
My mom and I had to leave our home for our own protection. We stayed at the Holiday Inn in Somerville, MA. It was an extended stay, around Easter Sunday. Mommy got me a makeup Barbie head. She surprised me with a pretty dress, and we went with my nana to Auntie Kay’s house for Easter dinner.
For a long time I didn’t see my daddy and I really missed him. For a long while I didn’t even see my mommy. I just stayed close to my nana’s side and we went everywhere together. She was my best friend ever! One day while we were going down Magazine St. I decided to run ahead of her and she screamed, “Bea stop running! God’s gonna punish you!” I just kept running ahead not paying any mind until it happened…. I tripped over the curb skinning my knee. Then I see my nana putting a little pep in her step to catch up to me. Then she say’s, “see I told you he was gonna punish you.” I retorted back; “Well he didn’t have to push me!”
I kept asking my nana, “Where’s my mommy and daddy?”My nana would say good question? I don’t know. Let’s ask your mother!”Then she would proceed to pick up the phone and dial just to get a busy signal. When my ma finally did get to show her face my nana was outraged with my ma, “What the hell are you doing! This kid has been asking for you. She is your responsibility Brie, if you didn’t want her you shouldn't have had her.” Then ma scooped me up and took me to Auntie Kay’s house and left me there.
My ma started seeing some weird, short, Portuguese dude named Nick. He smelled fishy and had a mustache, he also talked a funny language I had never heard before. Every time he spoke English he sounded funny and I saw him kiss my ma on the lips, and I know my daddy would not let that go. When he was driving us to the mall one day, I kept asking my ma, “Where is my daddy?” I must have asked that same question 30 times and Nick said to my Ma, “What is Bea talking about?” And my ma said to him, “I don’t know. Do you mind pulling over so I can talk to my daughter please?”
So Nick pulled over and let us out. My ma and I stepped into a phone booth and picked up the phone pretending to make a phone call. She handed me the receiver and said, “Listen Bea, you have to stop.” Then I retorted, “ Stop what?” My ma replied, “Stop asking that question.” I yelled at her “ Why? Where is he? I miss my daddy. I want my daddy!” My ma said, “He is not your father!” I questioned her again, “He’s not my daddy? Where is my father?” My ma then retorted, “He’s dead now shut the hell up and get in the goddamn car.”
After I got in the car. I started crying a little bit thinking about Lenny, I couldn’t believe he wasn’t my daddy. Will I ever see him again? Was this new guy Nick gonna be my father now? I was so confused. What about my real father? Did my real daddy have a name? What did he look like? And what did dead mean? I cried myself to sleep. When we got home I pretended to be asleep so my ma would carry me in and embrace me because I felt so alone. Instead, I have this strange man carrying me up the stairs and putting me to bed in a new home, in a new bed, and in a room all by myself. This change really scared me. I cracked open my door to see my ma sniffling and wiping her nose, Nick did it to. Were they sick? I don’t know but it looked like they were smelling baby powder. Whatever it was they kept doing it, sniffling and wiping. All I wanted at that moment was my daddy because it didn’t seem like my ma wanted me around.
I was so sad so I cried myself to sleep again.
Chapter Four - Police Task Force
04/15/1982
One evening in the middle of April, I was only four years old at the time. I recall taking my daily bath, and on the verge of getting dressed when I heard a gigantic pop!
That startled me so that I ran to my mom because I was scared. Afterward, I found out that the noise came from my dad cleaning his shotgun while it was still loaded. It blew a hole right into the ceiling. I don’t think mommy thought daddy was using his brains, because that is what she yelled at him after she witnessed the hole in our ceiling.
Brie yelled at my dad, “what the fuck were you thinking? Don’t you know we have people living above us?” My dad replied, “Yeah so?” Brie retorted, “You could have killed somebody you know?” My daddy was a tall man 6’1, hair dirty brown, shoulder length, and his build was thin but muscular. There was never a time when my daddy didn’t have a beer in his hand. Today my daddy and mommy had a lot to gripe about.
While they were fighting my daddy made Brie look at the hole on the ceiling and said, “See Brie, if I killed somebody there would be blood where that hole is right here. Do you see any blood? Then I didn’t kill no one, so lay off!” Then my mommy said, “Well just to make sure I’m calling the police.” My dad said, “Ooh no you won’t.” Mom said, “Are you out of your mind Lenny?” That was his real name Lenny but I just called him daddy. I idolized him and knew whatever daddy said goes. Apparently, my mommy didn’t think the same way I did and immediately she picked up the phone and started dialing 911.
Right away, Lenny ripped the phone out of her hand and pushed her into the stove; quickly hanging up the phone. The phone fell off of the receiver just dangling. When my mommy tried to grab for the phone he slapped her really hard across the face. My mommy instantly covered her cheek with one hand, crying and yelling with the other hand, pointing her finger and saying; “How dare you put you hands on me like that!” My daddy grumbled under his breath “Humph, fucking women!” He beat her real hard right in front of me. I just curled up in the corner crying in fear. I dare not say a word. I was petrified thinking he might turn on me. Then he said, “Don’t you realize I have kilo’s hiding in the basement? You bitch! Call those police and I will kill you.” I could tell he meant it too. The phone was just dangling off the hook and making a large quacking sound. I was alarmed.
I slept with my mom every night for quite some time throughout childhood due to this experience. It truly did traumatize me.
The following morning I woke up before everybody else like I always did. I saw this man I had never seen before sleeping on the yellow cot. Then I heard a banging on the front door. The banging was very hard and loud, and I heard someone say in a loud magnified voice “It’s the police open up! We got you surrounded. I was way too scared to open that door, I kinda just slink at the top of the stairwell watching from above as the police swat force kicked in our front door. I jumped up so fast. Running to my mommy’s bed screaming, “Mommy! Mommy! They’re coming! They are coming!” I hid under the covers crying like a baby.
Eventually after the air cleared I saw them put handcuffs on the man who was lying on the yellow cot, and they took him off to jail, at least that is what they told me. Then they asked me some questions about where my daddy was. I told the cops, “I haven’t seen him, but I don’t want you to take my daddy to jail because I love him and we need him. Take my uncle Jay instead he’s been there before.”
Well, they recorded, documented, and printed what I said in the Boston Herald, and that it was a hostage situation. The following day as I sat there and watched my Uncle Jay reading the Boston Herald with his legs crossed, and he then puts the paper down sucking his buck teeth, turns to me, and say’s; “Really Bea? That’s what you said?” I retorted, “Yeah! They can’t take my daddy. I don’t want them too. You seem to like jail since you keep going there.” My uncle Jay just smirked and snuffed a ridiculous laugh in the back of his throat snorting, which allowed me to laugh along with him. I’m really glad he wasn’t mad at me.
One evening in the middle of April, I was only four years old at the time. I recall taking my daily bath, and on the verge of getting dressed when I heard a gigantic pop!
That startled me so that I ran to my mom because I was scared. Afterward, I found out that the noise came from my dad cleaning his shotgun while it was still loaded. It blew a hole right into the ceiling. I don’t think mommy thought daddy was using his brains, because that is what she yelled at him after she witnessed the hole in our ceiling.
Brie yelled at my dad, “what the fuck were you thinking? Don’t you know we have people living above us?” My dad replied, “Yeah so?” Brie retorted, “You could have killed somebody you know?” My daddy was a tall man 6’1, hair dirty brown, shoulder length, and his build was thin but muscular. There was never a time when my daddy didn’t have a beer in his hand. Today my daddy and mommy had a lot to gripe about.
While they were fighting my daddy made Brie look at the hole on the ceiling and said, “See Brie, if I killed somebody there would be blood where that hole is right here. Do you see any blood? Then I didn’t kill no one, so lay off!” Then my mommy said, “Well just to make sure I’m calling the police.” My dad said, “Ooh no you won’t.” Mom said, “Are you out of your mind Lenny?” That was his real name Lenny but I just called him daddy. I idolized him and knew whatever daddy said goes. Apparently, my mommy didn’t think the same way I did and immediately she picked up the phone and started dialing 911.
Right away, Lenny ripped the phone out of her hand and pushed her into the stove; quickly hanging up the phone. The phone fell off of the receiver just dangling. When my mommy tried to grab for the phone he slapped her really hard across the face. My mommy instantly covered her cheek with one hand, crying and yelling with the other hand, pointing her finger and saying; “How dare you put you hands on me like that!” My daddy grumbled under his breath “Humph, fucking women!” He beat her real hard right in front of me. I just curled up in the corner crying in fear. I dare not say a word. I was petrified thinking he might turn on me. Then he said, “Don’t you realize I have kilo’s hiding in the basement? You bitch! Call those police and I will kill you.” I could tell he meant it too. The phone was just dangling off the hook and making a large quacking sound. I was alarmed.
I slept with my mom every night for quite some time throughout childhood due to this experience. It truly did traumatize me.
The following morning I woke up before everybody else like I always did. I saw this man I had never seen before sleeping on the yellow cot. Then I heard a banging on the front door. The banging was very hard and loud, and I heard someone say in a loud magnified voice “It’s the police open up! We got you surrounded. I was way too scared to open that door, I kinda just slink at the top of the stairwell watching from above as the police swat force kicked in our front door. I jumped up so fast. Running to my mommy’s bed screaming, “Mommy! Mommy! They’re coming! They are coming!” I hid under the covers crying like a baby.
Eventually after the air cleared I saw them put handcuffs on the man who was lying on the yellow cot, and they took him off to jail, at least that is what they told me. Then they asked me some questions about where my daddy was. I told the cops, “I haven’t seen him, but I don’t want you to take my daddy to jail because I love him and we need him. Take my uncle Jay instead he’s been there before.”
Well, they recorded, documented, and printed what I said in the Boston Herald, and that it was a hostage situation. The following day as I sat there and watched my Uncle Jay reading the Boston Herald with his legs crossed, and he then puts the paper down sucking his buck teeth, turns to me, and say’s; “Really Bea? That’s what you said?” I retorted, “Yeah! They can’t take my daddy. I don’t want them too. You seem to like jail since you keep going there.” My uncle Jay just smirked and snuffed a ridiculous laugh in the back of his throat snorting, which allowed me to laugh along with him. I’m really glad he wasn’t mad at me.
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Chapter Two & Chapter Three- Welcome to the USA & The Rebel Without A Cause
Chapter Two - Welcome to the USA
1/1/1982
Once the Coyote crossed the border safely into San Antonio, Texas with the Sanches family, Mr. Sanchez was pleasantly awaiting their arrival. Mrs. Sanchez missed her husband so that she greeted him with heartfelt tears and an embrace so strong that they were overwhelmed with joy.
Most importantly was their understanding due to the sacrifice they had to make in order to survive the tyranny of their communist government. The Sanchez’s decided to leave behind everything they had known to get a fresh start in a new country where they couldn’t even speak their language. They knew the dangers and obstacles would be apparent, but through faith and belief in what they had already overcome, that little separation between them one day they would be reunited with their loved ones. Here they were now together as last.
Mr. Sanchez was a worker who was a skinny, tall, and handsome young man around 21 years of age. He was a very charismatic fellow, always showing his character with his nice smile and sense of humor. He always had grit and oil stuck under the bed of his nails, for he learned a trade as a mechanic. He could fix just about any car with his keen intellect through trial and error.
Mr. Sanchez had worked in the USA for three years and finally saved up enough money between now and then to pay this Coyote very graciously. He knew the Coyote very well, for they had become great friends when Mr. Sanchez himself crossed the border with the Coyote three years prior. He knew the Coyotes services were worth every single penny, for his child and wife were alive and that is all that mattered to him. The Coyote called Mr. Sanchez “A long dong”, which was a funny joke they created together on their trip into the USA. One day “A long dong” will share this adventure story with his son Sal Jr.
Mr. Sanchez went by the name Saul as well. Mr. Saul Sanchez and he was proud of it too.
The Coyote appeared to be around the age of thirty and never did give Mr. Sanchez his real name due to his occupation which was real hush hush. This short Latin lover did keep in touch with the Sanchez family over the years. It brought joy to his heart to finally be able to unite them.
The Coyote always wore a Panama Jack hat to keep the sun off of his face. For over all the years of strolling through the desert he had acquired sun poisoning on his head and face. Since then, Mrs. Sanches learned this from the Coyote and promised herself she would always wear a hat or use an umbrella as well. So, with a tip of his hat the Coyote said his farewells to the Sanchez family and was back on his way to Nicaragua.
Mrs. Sanchez, A woman who was the same age as her husband, was a short and stout lady with the fire and spirit of a lion. She possessed the prettiest smile though her heart was very kind until you pissed her off and then the lion in her would attack. Her caramel skin tone was flawless. As you well know since the dog incident, she was already very protective to those she loved.
Saul was Mrs. Sanchez only son thus far, and she was getting prepared to have another. Saul had the same features as his mom, flawless soft caramel skin, almond shaped brown eyes, auburn hair with red highlights, and the distinct shaped nose of a Mayan Indian. Almost like a miniature version of Mrs. Sanchez except shorter and male, not female. Mayan's are flat footed which is a very prominent feature.
Luckily, Mr. Sanchez had a plan. He told his family that he had put some money to the side. He would continue to work and save until the Sanchez family would have their own roof over their heads.
At this time they did have a place, but it wasn’t their own. The church had taken them in for a short span of time and Sal had to be left alone for a little while so his parents could work and save money faster to secure stability in Saul’s life. Mrs. Sanchez were incredibly grateful to the church and found trust in the people who welcomed them kindly.
03/31/1983
The day finally came when the Sanchez family would leave the hospitable church, and they knew that immigration control would eventually catch up to them. So they set their eyes on
Hollywood…. That’s where they began to make their fresh start. In good ole Cali-fornication. Guess what? Mrs. Sanchez was
Expecting as well now. She was about 5 months pregnant, hoping for a little girl.
The Sanchez were able to get a very small one bedroom apartment. They started off with nothing, having to sleep on the floor until they were able to afford a mattress. They had to eat very meager portions of food because they would have to divvy it out sparingly. Mrs. Sanchez, having to eat for two, was limited which made her pregnancy hard. She was always hungry, irritable, and couldn’t work. Eventually Mr. Sanchez had to pick up more jobs
to make their ends meet, and get some furniture in the little apartment they called, “en la casa”.
Chapter Three- The Rebel Without A Cause
12-27-1977 _ Pink Floyd- The Wall
Today was the day! Ed was going to ask Brie to be his girl. They were going to go steady and he was going to pop the question right in front of her folks. Ed was a twenty-three-year-old man going for a seventeen-year-old girl. It would seem highly unreasonable for him to go with a teenage girl unless he put a ring on it. It was really Brie’s idea so her parents would let her go off with Ed to a Pink Floyd concert that was happening this very night at the Orpheum Theatre in downtown Boston.
Ed was a rebel without a cause. He just wanted to party and get fucked up all the time. He was tall, about 6.3”, dark brunette with long hair, deep dark brown eye’s that Brie just got lost in. It was only fair that Ed get down on one knee for Brie because he really seemed to love her. Ed almost wasn’t successful in doing so for his pimp purple polyester suit was a little too tight, and ripped at the seams as he bent. Needless to say Mr. and Mrs. Horowitz (Brie’s parent’s) were shocked, and Brie could not stop giggling because she knew Ed wasn’t serious. Brie still said “Yes!” anyways, hugging and boasting with Ed as they slid out the front door.
Right before they made their way into the concert Ed and Brie slipped some gel tabs into their system for they knew the turnout for this psychedelic show would be enormous. Brie was a skinny little girl about 5.7”, dark curly hair, and breathtakingly beautiful. Her smile was really her signature.
People were crowd surfing, smoking pot everywhere, raising their lighters up to the ceiling. Every kind of drug under the giant pink blown up elephant was there; acid, cocaine, nitrous oxide, marijuana, wafers, and LSD. Brie and Ed were loving each other to the point of ecstasy under a statue at a Pink Floyd concert, and that was how I was conceived.
My name is Beatrice but my friends just call me Bea. Yes, so my mom and dad were drug addicts and what else is new in this world? On the day of my birth epidural shots were uncommon . The next best thing for the labor pains, and nobody back then really fucking cared like they do now about abolishing the drug, marijuana which was an easy to attain herbal remedy.
I was a beautiful baby girl, born June 13, 1978. I started out as a brown haired blue eyed baby and ended up with blonde hair, brown eyed little girl. What can I say like a chameleon I adapt and change colors? I personally think that I am split down into two personalities: the angel vs. the devil.
One day while I was lying on the floor watching the first superman movie ever released I was 18 months old and playing with the TV when it fell on my head, and the edge crashed down on the bridge of my nose. I screamed so loud Brie had to lift that anvil off of me, pressing ice to my nose. My mom did her best to protect me, since my dad was too busy with his dealings. Another day while my mom and dad were fighting over spilt milk at the grocery store, I stood up in the shopping cart trying to pull a McGyver just to fall flat on my head and split it wide open. Ed couldn’t seem to take it no more. I was twenty-one months old when my dad Ed left. I guess he couldn’t take me being his kid. Too much stress for him.
Ever since those two traumatic head injuries I haven’t been the same. When my mom called my name I rarely heard her I would just stare into space at the TV not even a blink of an eye, comatose, and it took several beatings to get through to me.
1/1/1982
Once the Coyote crossed the border safely into San Antonio, Texas with the Sanches family, Mr. Sanchez was pleasantly awaiting their arrival. Mrs. Sanchez missed her husband so that she greeted him with heartfelt tears and an embrace so strong that they were overwhelmed with joy.
Most importantly was their understanding due to the sacrifice they had to make in order to survive the tyranny of their communist government. The Sanchez’s decided to leave behind everything they had known to get a fresh start in a new country where they couldn’t even speak their language. They knew the dangers and obstacles would be apparent, but through faith and belief in what they had already overcome, that little separation between them one day they would be reunited with their loved ones. Here they were now together as last.
Mr. Sanchez was a worker who was a skinny, tall, and handsome young man around 21 years of age. He was a very charismatic fellow, always showing his character with his nice smile and sense of humor. He always had grit and oil stuck under the bed of his nails, for he learned a trade as a mechanic. He could fix just about any car with his keen intellect through trial and error.
Mr. Sanchez had worked in the USA for three years and finally saved up enough money between now and then to pay this Coyote very graciously. He knew the Coyote very well, for they had become great friends when Mr. Sanchez himself crossed the border with the Coyote three years prior. He knew the Coyotes services were worth every single penny, for his child and wife were alive and that is all that mattered to him. The Coyote called Mr. Sanchez “A long dong”, which was a funny joke they created together on their trip into the USA. One day “A long dong” will share this adventure story with his son Sal Jr.
Mr. Sanchez went by the name Saul as well. Mr. Saul Sanchez and he was proud of it too.
The Coyote appeared to be around the age of thirty and never did give Mr. Sanchez his real name due to his occupation which was real hush hush. This short Latin lover did keep in touch with the Sanchez family over the years. It brought joy to his heart to finally be able to unite them.
The Coyote always wore a Panama Jack hat to keep the sun off of his face. For over all the years of strolling through the desert he had acquired sun poisoning on his head and face. Since then, Mrs. Sanches learned this from the Coyote and promised herself she would always wear a hat or use an umbrella as well. So, with a tip of his hat the Coyote said his farewells to the Sanchez family and was back on his way to Nicaragua.
Mrs. Sanchez, A woman who was the same age as her husband, was a short and stout lady with the fire and spirit of a lion. She possessed the prettiest smile though her heart was very kind until you pissed her off and then the lion in her would attack. Her caramel skin tone was flawless. As you well know since the dog incident, she was already very protective to those she loved.
Saul was Mrs. Sanchez only son thus far, and she was getting prepared to have another. Saul had the same features as his mom, flawless soft caramel skin, almond shaped brown eyes, auburn hair with red highlights, and the distinct shaped nose of a Mayan Indian. Almost like a miniature version of Mrs. Sanchez except shorter and male, not female. Mayan's are flat footed which is a very prominent feature.
Luckily, Mr. Sanchez had a plan. He told his family that he had put some money to the side. He would continue to work and save until the Sanchez family would have their own roof over their heads.
At this time they did have a place, but it wasn’t their own. The church had taken them in for a short span of time and Sal had to be left alone for a little while so his parents could work and save money faster to secure stability in Saul’s life. Mrs. Sanchez were incredibly grateful to the church and found trust in the people who welcomed them kindly.
03/31/1983
The day finally came when the Sanchez family would leave the hospitable church, and they knew that immigration control would eventually catch up to them. So they set their eyes on
Hollywood…. That’s where they began to make their fresh start. In good ole Cali-fornication. Guess what? Mrs. Sanchez was
Expecting as well now. She was about 5 months pregnant, hoping for a little girl.
The Sanchez were able to get a very small one bedroom apartment. They started off with nothing, having to sleep on the floor until they were able to afford a mattress. They had to eat very meager portions of food because they would have to divvy it out sparingly. Mrs. Sanchez, having to eat for two, was limited which made her pregnancy hard. She was always hungry, irritable, and couldn’t work. Eventually Mr. Sanchez had to pick up more jobs
to make their ends meet, and get some furniture in the little apartment they called, “en la casa”.
Chapter Three- The Rebel Without A Cause
12-27-1977 _ Pink Floyd- The Wall
Today was the day! Ed was going to ask Brie to be his girl. They were going to go steady and he was going to pop the question right in front of her folks. Ed was a twenty-three-year-old man going for a seventeen-year-old girl. It would seem highly unreasonable for him to go with a teenage girl unless he put a ring on it. It was really Brie’s idea so her parents would let her go off with Ed to a Pink Floyd concert that was happening this very night at the Orpheum Theatre in downtown Boston.
Ed was a rebel without a cause. He just wanted to party and get fucked up all the time. He was tall, about 6.3”, dark brunette with long hair, deep dark brown eye’s that Brie just got lost in. It was only fair that Ed get down on one knee for Brie because he really seemed to love her. Ed almost wasn’t successful in doing so for his pimp purple polyester suit was a little too tight, and ripped at the seams as he bent. Needless to say Mr. and Mrs. Horowitz (Brie’s parent’s) were shocked, and Brie could not stop giggling because she knew Ed wasn’t serious. Brie still said “Yes!” anyways, hugging and boasting with Ed as they slid out the front door.
Right before they made their way into the concert Ed and Brie slipped some gel tabs into their system for they knew the turnout for this psychedelic show would be enormous. Brie was a skinny little girl about 5.7”, dark curly hair, and breathtakingly beautiful. Her smile was really her signature.
People were crowd surfing, smoking pot everywhere, raising their lighters up to the ceiling. Every kind of drug under the giant pink blown up elephant was there; acid, cocaine, nitrous oxide, marijuana, wafers, and LSD. Brie and Ed were loving each other to the point of ecstasy under a statue at a Pink Floyd concert, and that was how I was conceived.
My name is Beatrice but my friends just call me Bea. Yes, so my mom and dad were drug addicts and what else is new in this world? On the day of my birth epidural shots were uncommon . The next best thing for the labor pains, and nobody back then really fucking cared like they do now about abolishing the drug, marijuana which was an easy to attain herbal remedy.
I was a beautiful baby girl, born June 13, 1978. I started out as a brown haired blue eyed baby and ended up with blonde hair, brown eyed little girl. What can I say like a chameleon I adapt and change colors? I personally think that I am split down into two personalities: the angel vs. the devil.
One day while I was lying on the floor watching the first superman movie ever released I was 18 months old and playing with the TV when it fell on my head, and the edge crashed down on the bridge of my nose. I screamed so loud Brie had to lift that anvil off of me, pressing ice to my nose. My mom did her best to protect me, since my dad was too busy with his dealings. Another day while my mom and dad were fighting over spilt milk at the grocery store, I stood up in the shopping cart trying to pull a McGyver just to fall flat on my head and split it wide open. Ed couldn’t seem to take it no more. I was twenty-one months old when my dad Ed left. I guess he couldn’t take me being his kid. Too much stress for him.
Ever since those two traumatic head injuries I haven’t been the same. When my mom called my name I rarely heard her I would just stare into space at the TV not even a blink of an eye, comatose, and it took several beatings to get through to me.
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