Monday, April 26, 2010
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
First Date
A/N: just a poem i came up with just now. i wrote it just for fun. :) any suggestions? please write!
the girl stood frozen
she had no idea what to say
he was so beautiful standing there,
so perfect in every way
she thought about her hair,
her shoes, her dress
they were all so wrong,
in so many ways
she wished she could be as perfect,
as flawless as him,
as beautiful as her first date
who she could feel was her soulmate
the boy stood frozen
she was completely beautiful
the way her eyes shined
so brightly in the moonlight
he said shall we go
and the girl said ok
and off they went
both nervous, in a secret way
and so they went
towards the moonlit night
full of brightly shining stars
onto their very first date
the girl stood frozen
she had no idea what to say
he was so beautiful standing there,
so perfect in every way
she thought about her hair,
her shoes, her dress
they were all so wrong,
in so many ways
she wished she could be as perfect,
as flawless as him,
as beautiful as her first date
who she could feel was her soulmate
the boy stood frozen
she was completely beautiful
the way her eyes shined
so brightly in the moonlight
he said shall we go
and the girl said ok
and off they went
both nervous, in a secret way
and so they went
towards the moonlit night
full of brightly shining stars
onto their very first date
Friday, August 21, 2009
I Am Lina
The Beginning
After a while, my mother got a bit worn out by me. I would cry all the time. Crying was what I was good at, at that time. I would cry when I was hungry. I would cry when I was tired. I would cry when I had a messy diaper. I would cry when I wanted attention. Both my mother and my father great took care of me and gave me the requirements that I needed. My eight siblings would entertain me by trying to make me laugh. I used to think that they looked very silly. One thing I didn't like was when they would try to say what I was probably thinking. They were never even close to what I was thinking. My mother was very relieved whenever they helped her take care of me.
When I was only eight months old, I started my monthly menstrual cycle. My parents had no idea what was going on. They kept it as a secret. They had to change my diaper more than often when the menstrual cycle started each month.
When I was only three years old I was already more developed than all of the three year olds. I wasn't necessarily smarter than all of the three year olds, I just had developed my body parts earlier. When I was five years old, my parents thought that I had some kind of strange and large abdominal tumor. So, they took me to the doctor's office.
I was taken aback. I felt the urge to cry, and buried my face in my mother's blouse. I didn't understand why he would say something like that about me. He had told me that he loved me all these years. Why would he say that something is wrong with me now? Tears leaked from the corners from my eyes. I felt the tears run down my cheeks and into my mouth. They were wet and salty.
"What he means is that he wants to know if my daughter, Lina, has an abdominal tumor." My mother corrected my father and patted my back soothingly. She tucked the loose strands of hair behind my ear.
I tried to breath evenly to stop my sobbing. After a few minutres, I stopped crying and my father held me tightly. He kissed my dark hair and let me lean against his strong chest. His steady breathing eventually calmed me down. The doctor asked my parents some questions, and then the doctor took me somewhere. He did all these tests that I wasn't sure about. I was confused, but just did as the doctor asked me to do. I was later led back to my parents and I ran to my mother's open arms. She hugged me and picked me up.
"You will have to take her to the hospital in the town in Pisco." I heard the doctor whisper to my parents. He glanced at me and quickly looked away, as if he didn't want me to hear the conversation between him and my parents.
I put my head on my mother's soft shoulder. I closed my eyes tuning out every word that they said. My eyes flew open when my dad whispered in my ear that it was time to go home. When we got home, I went to play with my siblings. They asked me questions, but stopped the continuous interview when my father commanded them to stop putting their noses in other people's business. We played with the dolls, blocks, toy cars and other toys.
A few days later, we went to the hospital in Pisco. I was scared. I clung to my mother's arm, and then followed the physician. It felt like it had been hours that I had been on the hospital bed. Then, they had my mother come into the room. I wrapped my arms around her waist. I felt like I had to leave her for a long time, too many times. She sat me in her lap. It was late and I was getting tired. I yawned, and my father took me from my mom. He carried me, as my mother went to talk to the physician. He was like the doctor. He kept looking at me strangely, and trying to make sure that I couldn't hear him. Later, when we got home, my parents explained to me that I was pregnant. I was kind of confused, but I listened to them and I didn't tell anyone. I didn't want to tell anyone, because I found it strange to believe my parents. My disorder was known as precocious puberty.
When people asked me who the father was, I didn't answer. Many people thought that my father had molested me, and got me pregnant. My father was temporarily taken to jail, but since there wasn't enough evidence that he was the father of Gerardo, they released him. My mother was so relieved on the day that my father came back home. She had been terribly stressed and miserable. I preferred to play with dolls rather than Gerardo. I liked to care for him every so often, but dolls were more entertaining and easier to handle. I often thought of how my mother possibly cared for eight of her own children, plus my Gerardo.
When Gerardo was ten years old, we told him that I was his mother. At first, he didn't believe us. The family knew that he was shocked, so we just gave him time to take in the words that we had said to him. After a while, he accepted the truth. The words had finally settled in. I had gone from the identity of pretending to be his older sister, to the true identity of the mother a Gerardo, a ten year old boy. Our life at home went normally as if nothing had happened. It was good to know that we didn't have a secret to hold.
Now, my second son currently lives in New Mexico. I live in Chicago Chico which is a poor district. People have been trying to talk to me and all kinds of things. News reporters, magazine publishers, and many others want to interview me. All I really want is my own privacy. In 2002, I refused to be interviewed. I turn down many interviews. People have been able to interview my husband though. They asked him why we haven't gotten all the things that I need. The things is though, that I need to say that I want it. I think that there are always promises made by different people everyday. Most of them never come true. The government says that they will provide me with things that I need. I think that governments never deliver. Life will change constantly. You need to hold on to what you have while you have it. Love it while you have it.
It was September seventeenth 1933 that I, Lina Medina, was born. My caring mother cradled me gently in her arms. She would sing to me and talk about all kinds of things that were happening. She would tell me what my siblings looked like. When my father got his turn to hold me, he did what every dad would usually do. He cooed over me. Of course as a baby's job, I smiled at him happily and gurgled. My parents would tickle me, kiss my cheek, and show me how much they loved me. My parents were always so kind to me.
After a while, my mother got a bit worn out by me. I would cry all the time. Crying was what I was good at, at that time. I would cry when I was hungry. I would cry when I was tired. I would cry when I had a messy diaper. I would cry when I wanted attention. Both my mother and my father great took care of me and gave me the requirements that I needed. My eight siblings would entertain me by trying to make me laugh. I used to think that they looked very silly. One thing I didn't like was when they would try to say what I was probably thinking. They were never even close to what I was thinking. My mother was very relieved whenever they helped her take care of me.
When I was only eight months old, I started my monthly menstrual cycle. My parents had no idea what was going on. They kept it as a secret. They had to change my diaper more than often when the menstrual cycle started each month.
When I was only three years old I was already more developed than all of the three year olds. I wasn't necessarily smarter than all of the three year olds, I just had developed my body parts earlier. When I was five years old, my parents thought that I had some kind of strange and large abdominal tumor. So, they took me to the doctor's office.
Nothing is Wrong
"What is wrong with our daughter?" My father asked in a harsh, husky voice. He clenched his hands together, and his dark eyebrows were scrunched together.
I was taken aback. I felt the urge to cry, and buried my face in my mother's blouse. I didn't understand why he would say something like that about me. He had told me that he loved me all these years. Why would he say that something is wrong with me now? Tears leaked from the corners from my eyes. I felt the tears run down my cheeks and into my mouth. They were wet and salty.
"What he means is that he wants to know if my daughter, Lina, has an abdominal tumor." My mother corrected my father and patted my back soothingly. She tucked the loose strands of hair behind my ear.
I tried to breath evenly to stop my sobbing. After a few minutres, I stopped crying and my father held me tightly. He kissed my dark hair and let me lean against his strong chest. His steady breathing eventually calmed me down. The doctor asked my parents some questions, and then the doctor took me somewhere. He did all these tests that I wasn't sure about. I was confused, but just did as the doctor asked me to do. I was later led back to my parents and I ran to my mother's open arms. She hugged me and picked me up.
"You will have to take her to the hospital in the town in Pisco." I heard the doctor whisper to my parents. He glanced at me and quickly looked away, as if he didn't want me to hear the conversation between him and my parents.
I put my head on my mother's soft shoulder. I closed my eyes tuning out every word that they said. My eyes flew open when my dad whispered in my ear that it was time to go home. When we got home, I went to play with my siblings. They asked me questions, but stopped the continuous interview when my father commanded them to stop putting their noses in other people's business. We played with the dolls, blocks, toy cars and other toys.
A few days later, we went to the hospital in Pisco. I was scared. I clung to my mother's arm, and then followed the physician. It felt like it had been hours that I had been on the hospital bed. Then, they had my mother come into the room. I wrapped my arms around her waist. I felt like I had to leave her for a long time, too many times. She sat me in her lap. It was late and I was getting tired. I yawned, and my father took me from my mom. He carried me, as my mother went to talk to the physician. He was like the doctor. He kept looking at me strangely, and trying to make sure that I couldn't hear him. Later, when we got home, my parents explained to me that I was pregnant. I was kind of confused, but I listened to them and I didn't tell anyone. I didn't want to tell anyone, because I found it strange to believe my parents. My disorder was known as precocious puberty.
Gerardo
When I was five years, seven months, and twenty one days old, I gave birth to a little boy. It was on May 14, 1939 by caesarean section. They said that he was six pounds. I was relieved to get him out, because it was hard to carry a heavy stomach around with me everywhere that I went. He was an adorable baby with dark giant blinking eyes. My father and mother made me promise to not tell the boy that I was his mother. I obeyed them, afraid of the consequences that might occur. We named my baby Gerardo after the chief physician at the hospital. Everyone was glad that ee were able to leave the hospital together after a while, for my parents did not want us to be tested on all the time.
When people asked me who the father was, I didn't answer. Many people thought that my father had molested me, and got me pregnant. My father was temporarily taken to jail, but since there wasn't enough evidence that he was the father of Gerardo, they released him. My mother was so relieved on the day that my father came back home. She had been terribly stressed and miserable. I preferred to play with dolls rather than Gerardo. I liked to care for him every so often, but dolls were more entertaining and easier to handle. I often thought of how my mother possibly cared for eight of her own children, plus my Gerardo.
When Gerardo was ten years old, we told him that I was his mother. At first, he didn't believe us. The family knew that he was shocked, so we just gave him time to take in the words that we had said to him. After a while, he accepted the truth. The words had finally settled in. I had gone from the identity of pretending to be his older sister, to the true identity of the mother a Gerardo, a ten year old boy. Our life at home went normally as if nothing had happened. It was good to know that we didn't have a secret to hold.
Rough Times and My Ending
In the year 1972, I married Raul Jurado. I was 39 years old, and I had my second son. When I was 46 years old, and Gerardo was 40 years old, Gerardo passed away. It was a sad day, but I understood that I had to let him go. He had passed away because of a bone marrow disease. Though, there hasn't been any evidence that it had anything to do with me giving birth to him when I was so young.
Now, my second son currently lives in New Mexico. I live in Chicago Chico which is a poor district. People have been trying to talk to me and all kinds of things. News reporters, magazine publishers, and many others want to interview me. All I really want is my own privacy. In 2002, I refused to be interviewed. I turn down many interviews. People have been able to interview my husband though. They asked him why we haven't gotten all the things that I need. The things is though, that I need to say that I want it. I think that there are always promises made by different people everyday. Most of them never come true. The government says that they will provide me with things that I need. I think that governments never deliver. Life will change constantly. You need to hold on to what you have while you have it. Love it while you have it.
New Blog
This blog was made to share writing with everyone. It will be moderated by Rocio, and myself. I will try to post my writing as much as possible. I really like to read and write, and decided to finally make this blog so that it will be easier for me to have a place to put my writing. If there are any questions, you can comment on this post. If you have any suggestions for anything, feel free to share that too.
~aN aka Anuhea
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