A sweet but yet sour cup of Life by anita aguirre

LIFE THEY SAY IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT BUT FOR THE LAST COUPLE MAYBE ALL OF MY YEARS HAVE BEEN A SWEET BUT YET SOUR CUP OF LIFE AND IM BARELY HALF WAY.

IT ALL STARTED OF COURSE WHEN I WAS BORN AUGUST 8, 1990. MY DAD, FATHER WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL HIM DID NOT SHOW UP FOR MY BIRTH. MOTHER WAS ALL ALONE STRESSED AND HURTING. POOR MOTHER. ME I BET I WAS CRYING LOST AND WITHOUT A FATHERS LAST NAME. YES MY FATHER KNOWING I WAS HIS DAUGHTER NEVER GAVE ME HIS LAST NAME. HE WAS AFRAID OF PEOPLE TALK BECAUSE MY DAD AND MOTHER WERE NOT MARRIED. HAA YEAH RIGHT. HE HAD A LADY. HE WAS MARRIED MOTHER KNEW NOTHING UNTIL A COUPLE OF YEARS AFTER WHEN YOUNG SISTER WAS BORN BUT THAT IS ANOTHER STORY. WELL BACK TO THE POINT. HE LIED TO MY MOTHER NEVER WAS HOME ALWAYS DRINKING IN BARS DOING WHO KNOWS WHAT BUT UP TO NO GOOD. DESPITE WHEN FATHER WAS NOT HOME AROUND ME ALL MY LIFE WAS GOOD I DID NOT GETTING INTO TROUBLE BUT WHEN HE WAS THERE FOR SOME REASON I WOULD GET BADLY HURT RUN OUT OF AIR BECAUSE I FELL HARD ON THE FLOOR WHILE SWINGING ON A SWING OR EATING A HARD CANDY OR PENNY CHOCKING AT SOME POINT AND TURNING BLUE WORST OF ALL ALMOST DYING. HE WAS THERE SAVING ME FORM THE DARK SIDE WITH EVERYTHING POSSIBLE HE COULD DO. POUNDING MY BACK OR STICKING HIS INDEX FINGER DOWN MY THOUGHT TO GET OBJECT OUT. HE WOULD ALWAYS BE THERE FOR THESE MOMENTS IT WAS A SWEET BUT YET SOUR CUP OF LIFE. I WAS VERY YOUNG WHEN THIS HAPPENED STARTED WHEN I WAS 1 AND THEN 1 YEAR AFTER ANOTHER. AT 4 YEARS OLD WHEN MY MOTHER FOUND OUT THAT HE HAD AN AFFAIR WITH SOMEONE ELSE WE MOVED FROM STATE. MORE THAN 1800 MILES TO THE WEST OF CENTRAL UNITED STATES TO THE PACIFIC COAST VALLEY VIEW. THERE AGAIN A COUPLE OF MONTHS HAD PAST BY WHEN I HAD MY OTHER ACCIDENT I WAS 4 AND SOME MONTHS. MOTHER AND I LIVED IN SOME APARTMENT COMPLEXES WHERE THEN THE WINDOWS WOULD ALINE WITH THE BED HEIGHT. SHE HAD PUT ME TO SLEEP BUT THEN WOKE UP BECAUSE I WAS NOT SLEEPY. SO I STARTED MAKING SOME NOISE TAPPING THE GLASS WINDOW WITH MY BARE LITTLE FEET. TAP TAP TAP AND THEN BANG BANG BANG. GUESS WHAT HAPPENED NEXT. THE WINDOW WITH THE FORCE OF MY TINY FEET SOMEHOW MANAGED TO CRACK. WELL MORE LIKE BROKEN FALLING PIECES. THE GLASS CAME SLASHING DOWN ON ONE OF MY FEET AND MANAGED TO MAKE A BIG GASH ABOUT 4 INCHES LONG. I WAS SCREAMING AND CRYING: MOM, MOM , AMA, AMA VEN, VEN: I WAS IN PAIN I HAD SCRUTINIZING PAIN. LUCKY MY DAD WAS THERE HE HAD FLOWN IN TO SEE US A DAY BEFORE. WEIRD RIGHT. HE PICKED ME UP RAN WITH MY MOM TO THE CAR HOLDING MY FOOT TIGHT WITH A SHIRT SAT ME DOWN ON THE BACKSEAT AND DROVE OF TO THE HOSPITAL WHICH WAS JUST 6 BLOCKS AWAY. THANK GOD. I ARRIVED MEDICAL PERSONNEL TREATED ME IMMEDIATELY COVERED ME WITH BANDAGES AND SOME WHITE LITTLE STICKERS WHICH LOOKED LIKE STITCHES BUT WEREN'T. I WAS GOOD AFTER A WEEK PASSED BY. WITH MEDICATION AND PAIN KILLERS. IT WAS A SWEET BUT YET SOUR CUP OF LIFE. ANOTHER YEAR HAD PASSED BY THEN MY DAD HAD ALMOST A YEAR SINCE HE HAD RETURNED TO THE CENTRAL STATE WHEN HE CAME AND VISTED AGAIN FOR THE LAST TIME. HE MISSED MY PRE KINDER GRADUATION BUT I WAS GOOD ACCIDENT FREE NO PROBLEMA. HE ARRIVED WITH A SPECIAL GIFT A VIOLIN. IT WAS VERY PRETTY FOR ME BEING A TOY. IT HAD THE MOST BEAUTIFUL COLOR OF WOOD I HAVE EVER SEEN. IT WAS NOT REAL WOOD IT WAS PLASTIC BUT RESEMBLED REAL WOOD. IT ALSO MADE A REALLY NICE MELODY FOR MY EARS WHEN I PLAYED IT. COME ON I WAS ONLY 6. IT DIDNT LAST, THE VIOLIN, MY BROTHER I THINK BROKE IT IN HALF AND LEFT IT IN MY MOMS CLOSET FLOOR. I WAS VERY SAD WHEN I FOUND IT LYING THERE LIFELESS. MY DAD HAD GAVE IT TO ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY SO IT WAS PRECIOUS TO ME. WELL THAT WAS GOING TO BE THE LAST GIFT I WOULD EVER GET FROM MY DAD AND THE LAST VISIT UNTIL I WOULD BE ELEVEN YEARS OLD. OH SO SWEET BUT YET SOUR LIFE .NO ACCIDENTS HAPPENED IN BETWEEN THOSE YEARS OH YES THERE WAS ONE AND MY DAD WAS NOT THERE WITH ME. I WAS ABOUT 9 AND ONE DAY EARLY MORNING HEADING OUT TO CATCH THE SCHOOL BUS I HAD A BIG BANG AND FAINTED FOR A WHILE. ME AND MY SISTER DECIDED WE SHOULD RACE TO THE BUS STOP. SO AS SOON AS WE HEADED OUT OUR HOMES DOOR WE RAN FOR IT. I WAS IN THE LEAD ABOUT A YARD AHEAD OF MY SISTER AND ABOUT HALF A BLOCK AWAY FROM THE BUS STOP WHEN SUDDENLY I TURNED BACK TO CHECK WHERE MY SISTER WAS RUNNING AS FAST AS I COULD. SECONDS LATER WHILE GLANCING BACK MY SISTER POINTED BEHIND ME SAYING; WATCH OUT LOOK; I TURNED MY HEAD FRONTWARD AND BANG MY FACE GETTING MOST OF THE IMPACT HIT A TREE. A HUGE HARD BARKED TREE. FELL BACK TO THE GROUND LOOKING AT THE SKY AND PITCH DARK I SAW. I HAD FAINTED. I DID NOT KNOW HOW LONG BUT MOTHER SAID IT WAS ONLY FOR SECONDS. I WAS WAKING UP LITTLE NY LITTLE AND I WOULD SEE FADED BUT COULD RECALL MY MOTHER AND SISTER WALKING ME HOME. BARELY WALKING I COULD NOT STAND I WAS WEAK. MY FACE FELT LIKE IT WAS ON FIRE . PAIN OVER THE TOP BUT I WASN'T SCREAMING BUT COULD FEEL IT THE PAIN. MY MOM TOOK ME IN THE HOUSE PUT ME DOWN ON THE LIVING ROOM COUCH AND WITH A WARM SEMI WET CLOTH COVERED MY FACE UP AND WENT TO SLEEP. I DO NOT REMEMBER WAKING UP OR WEEKS AFTER THE ACCIDENT I DO NOT REMEMBER MUCH AFTER THAT MEMORIES SEEM TO HAVE VANISHED I ONLY RECALL CERTAIN DAYS UP TILL I WAS 11 YEARS OLD. BY THEN I WAS ABOUT TO VISIT MY DAD AGAIN. IT HAD BEEN LONG 4 YEARS SINCE I HAVE NOT SEEN HIM AND I HAD SOMETHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY TO TELL HIM. TO BE CONTINUED.......

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