Me, My life, and I
I always loved watching the mariachi band go past my house. My friends would sit next to me burning ants with magnifying glasses as I would watch with wonder at the mariachi band. I would even set my alarm the night before so that I wouldn't miss it. I would wake up with eye crust and forget to brush my teeth as I grabbed my galoshes and slammed the door behind me. The street would be bustling that early in the morning with shoppers. I remember how there was a strip of apartments on the left side of the street and small store front shops on the right side. I lived in China Town, I am not all Chinese and neither is my mother. I am a forth Chinese from my mother, the other part of me is Mexican. Sometimes I stay up at night and wonder how I happened. My father would come out to see me watching the band in my pajamas. Then he would come up with a blanket, rap it around me, and sit on the curb with me. It was nice.
It didn't last. I was ten years old when I herd my parents start fighting. I would put on headphones and start to play mariachi music as loud as I could. Sometimes I would draw, my favorite one was of myself. It was exact. I had my long black curly hair, my western eyes, my Chinese skin and it was all toped off with my pink headphones. I grow out of that stage though, well only when my parents divorced. I live with my mother now.
That was just the start of my troubles though. When I was eleven the little China Town shops petitioned the mariachi band out of our neighborhood. I tried to get there new schedule. I was going to catch the five a clock bus if I had to, just to see them. My mother wouldn't let me though, she was with all the other Chinese in the town. Even though see wasn't about to tell them her being half Chinese. Though she does look like a pure Chinese.
That leaves me with today I am drown to a point. My mother has dated many, many guys now. Ever Friday I hear her and her new interest when I am in my bedroom. They giggle and laugh and slur their words between kisses. We have paper thin walls and a lousy couch, I could hear their every move with the squeaks of the springs. My mother also drinks a lot now. I mean it started a little after the divorce, but then my mother lost her job and it spiraled. Now she pores her life into sleeping and work. She hasn't regarded me in about a year. Their has been no "Hey, honey what do you want for dinner?" or "School's about to start lets go shopping for school clothes." not even a "Go pick up your room before I disconnect your phone!" That's all I really wanted. Just a mother.
Now I am packing my bags. I have decided to go way. I hate that she is this way, but I wonder if she would ever notice.
It didn't last. I was ten years old when I herd my parents start fighting. I would put on headphones and start to play mariachi music as loud as I could. Sometimes I would draw, my favorite one was of myself. It was exact. I had my long black curly hair, my western eyes, my Chinese skin and it was all toped off with my pink headphones. I grow out of that stage though, well only when my parents divorced. I live with my mother now.
That was just the start of my troubles though. When I was eleven the little China Town shops petitioned the mariachi band out of our neighborhood. I tried to get there new schedule. I was going to catch the five a clock bus if I had to, just to see them. My mother wouldn't let me though, she was with all the other Chinese in the town. Even though see wasn't about to tell them her being half Chinese. Though she does look like a pure Chinese.
That leaves me with today I am drown to a point. My mother has dated many, many guys now. Ever Friday I hear her and her new interest when I am in my bedroom. They giggle and laugh and slur their words between kisses. We have paper thin walls and a lousy couch, I could hear their every move with the squeaks of the springs. My mother also drinks a lot now. I mean it started a little after the divorce, but then my mother lost her job and it spiraled. Now she pores her life into sleeping and work. She hasn't regarded me in about a year. Their has been no "Hey, honey what do you want for dinner?" or "School's about to start lets go shopping for school clothes." not even a "Go pick up your room before I disconnect your phone!" That's all I really wanted. Just a mother.
Now I am packing my bags. I have decided to go way. I hate that she is this way, but I wonder if she would ever notice.