My maternal mother lives in the Dominican Republic, I didnt grow up with her but I am in touch with her. We definately had our ups and downs but I love her, and appreciate her for bringing me into this World. As a child I never really thought about not having her around, and didn't really feel anything towards it because I had my grandmother to watch over me but as I got older feelings started piling up, and I was very confused about how I felt towards her, and whether I really did love her or not. One day I built the courage to ask her questions that were always on my mind, and though it was hard for her she answered. Since that day our relationship changed completely and I realized that whether she was with me or not, she will always be my mother, and I am lucky that she is here. I love her, and will always always appreciate her.
My second mother is my grandmother, who raised me for 9 years of my life, and took so much shit from me and my older brother, but she never gave up. I repeat, she never gave up. I have a million stories that I could tell about this lady, but she is, hands down, my favorite woman. I love her with every loving molecule in my body. Okay, I wasn't going to include this but I have to. When I lived in DR with her and my brother she gave us $$ for lunch at school. One time I thought I would take the $$ every day, but not buy lunch, so I could save it to buy something else. One day, after school, she came to pick us up and as we were walking up the stairs to the house, I dropped my book bag, and my week long's savings rolled down the stairs, my grandmother started to yell at me about where I got that $$. I told her it was mines, and that I had saved it....she never believed me, I lost my $$, and didn't eat lunch for a week. Another time, my uncles went to DR, from Boston. I was about 8 or 9, they gave both me and my brother $100, now a hundred $$ in DR is , alot, alot of $$, specially for 8 and 9 year olds. So I was super excited, I went to the store, bought candy (with dollars, because I didnt really know about the huge difference in currency) So I lost alot of $$ without knowing it. At the end of the day I took a can of soda, my favorite soda back in the day, and I rolled up my $$, my own little soda bank. Next morning I woke up, and my grandmother was in my room, doing the daily cleaning. I went to my dresser to get the can with my beautiful $$, and it wasnt there. I asked my brother, I asked this lady who worked at my house, where is my can. I went crazy, I went to my grandmother and told her the story. Turns out, she didnt know there was $$ in it, and she didnt want roaches in my room, so she threw it away, along with all my $$. LOL, I could keep on going with my stories of misery, but, no wait one more. Dont judge me, and please dont get scared, but I will never, ever forget this. One day my older brother upset me, no, pissed me off. We had a blackout (which is totally normal, every single day in DR), well I was really pissed at him, and could not figure out a way to get back at him. So seeing fire around the house gave me an idea. I took a fork from the kitchen, and put it on top of one of the candles until the end of the fork was really, really, really hot, and I stabbed my brother in the back of the neck with it. He had 4 permanent holes on the back of his neck for a long, long time. I think they have now faded away, but my grandmother was not, at all happy. =) Anyways, back to my grandmother, asides me my father, she is my favorite. She is an angel, and I am so blessed to be a part of her life, I could not ask for anyone better, and I could not imagine anyone doing a better job than the job she did. After raising her own 5 children, she then raised 2 of her son's devils. I love her more than these simple words could explain. There was never a day that I went to school with my hair undone, or my clothes dirty, or wrinkly. She ironed all our uniforms, every single day. Cooked for us, 3 times a day, every day of the week. Took us out to eat pizza on saturdays, and took us on 3 day weekends to our great grandmother's place in el Campo. She is amazing, and she is the true definition of a mother, by far. She will never read this, and I doubt she wants to learn this language so noone will be reading it to her, but you know what they say actions speak louder than words. And I know for a fact, that I dont say these things to her, but Its all there <3
My 3rd mother is my step mom who I met around december 1999. When I first met her I fell in love. She was sweet, and always knew what I wanted. She supported me in the things I did and always knew what to say. As I started getting older, I kind of lost track and saw things from a different perspective. In many occasions I said I didn't like her, and that I didnt want her in my life, this is not easy to write, specially since she actually does have FB, and could read it if she happens to snoop around here, but I have always been better at writing than speaking so maybe she's meant to read this. Anyway, we had great times. I used to write her letters with the first words I learned in English, which were "I love you." She helped me, get along with my younger sister, Kendy. Kendy and I didnt grow up together, and I barely saw her, if I did, I didnt stop and have a conversation with her, just sort of waved and said hello, I dont remember exactly how it was, but we didnt have a relationship. Anyway, my step mom helped us, and molded us, and now I love kendy more than I could've imagined. Kendy is my best friend, and knows me better than anyone else in this whole entire world, If I ever had to thank my step mother for one thing she did, I thank her for helping me, and opening my eyes to what it means to have a sister because I dont know what my life would've been if Kendy hadn't been with me. Back to the main story, My step mom was awesome to me when I was a younger, she baked cakes with us, bought us presents, toys, we did BBQ, went out on adventures, and saved us from many whoopins... lol. She was sweet, and just so cool with us. One day I guess I woke up and wanted to be a rival. I stopped talking to her completely, I stayed outside of the house for as many hours as I could so I didnt have to be there with her, I dont wanna go into too much detail because this is FB, but I was a rival. I started as a nice young girl, then turned into this mean little thing. I made her go through hell, treated her like crap. And she didn't deserve it. She never did, will never deserve that. She changed her life, to come and take care of my father, and his 3 kids. I couldn't ever imagine what woman, in her right mind, with a future ahead of her, and an education would do such a crazy thing. But she did it. She is a super woman, and she stood besides us no matter what crazy shit we did. I have never thanked you for all that you have done, and maybe I will build up the balls to thank you in person one day. But I am sending you both an apology, and a thank you that I know would never be enough. You wiped so many of my tears through the years, and you guided me when I had no answer. You are amazing, even though you really did get on my nerves sometimes, before I turned rival. I hope you can forgive me, forgive us for the hell that I know we put you through. Thank you for always being there for me, for all of us. For your thoughtfulness, and every single, tiny thing you ever did for us. I still remember the first gift you ever gave me. It was a diary. I was in DR and my favorite novela at the time was, "El Diario De Daniela" and I so badly wanted a diary, with a lock and a key. Next day, you gave me a diary and I fell in love with you. I miss you, and I love you
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