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= Writing: = Sildia Gonzalez Red Stream **// He is not the father! Or is he? //** October 1994! __ The trees were watching her tears come down __. __ Her cheeks were the color of a strawberry __. __ Her eyes were as puffy as a cloud you see in the blue sky. __ Sitting down on the cold ground, thinking to her self, listening as __ the breeze whistled __. __ “I love him, but should I be with him?” Thought, thought, tear __! __ Thought, thought, tear __! For every thought that past her mind __ a small, warm drop of pain fell from her eyes .__ It all started when my mother got pregnant. It was not expected. Nobody knew. Whispered criticisms filled her ears__. “She’s not even married!” __ One minute they are rubbing her stomach, trying to make her believe they truly are happy, and the next they are trashing her __ dignity, her pride, and her self-worth __. Did she care? Yes! She cried and cried each night. Her boyfriend and her planned on having a family but they did not plan on him going away. How far? Who knew? Leaving her in Dominican Republic with his mother, he went on his own to the United States. Things got better. He called her at least twice a week, and sent her money for //his baby.// Can happiness be forever? __ YES, NO, MAYBE __! In this situation it wasn’t. __ Ring, __ __Ring! Ring, Ring__ ! As she walks up to the phone, there is a knock on the door. __ Ring, __ __Knock, Ring, Knock! Ring, Ring, Knock, Knock__ ! She quickly opens the door without seeing who it was, ran to the phone and picked it up. Before she can even say hello she looked up and saw him. __ She was shock; her heart skipped a beat, breathless __! She dropped the phone and ran to her love one. He looked at her with a sad expression. He pulled her off and walked to the door. __ A light skin, short, brown hair, nice clothes, pretty lady __ was standing at the door. “Miriam, esta es mi esposa!” Her mind went blank for a minute, she felt disappointed, sad, and backstabbed by the one she //loved.// After that day everything changed! She didn’t expect my grandma to act the way she did. As the __blanket gave her comfort__, she thought of what was happening to her. __ My grandma, his mother, her mother in law __. The one who was sure the baby was her granddaughter now was saying there is no way I was his child! Was it because he found someone with more chance of getting somewhere? Dropping out of 7th grade, hanging with boys, partying, sneaking out of the house? Which one was the reason why she couldn’t accept I was his kid? Seconds, Minutes, Hours. Days, Weeks, even Months passed and the stress was killing her. Her name was in every one’s conversation. She was not happy! __ She was slowly losing weight, getting pale, turning weak .__ Seven month pregnant and she felt she was not going to live any more. Was she going to make it? Who knew? Maybe! 10, 9, 8, she was getting worse! 7, 6, 5, 4, she could barely keep her eyes open! ** 3 **,** 2,1 BOOM! ** As she opened her eyes she saw a light. __ It was a bright, shiny, delicate light __. Her back was cold, only a small blanket was keeping her warm. She looked around and panic as she found herself in the hospital. Looking all over for her baby girl but no sign of her. The doctor walks in, frowns and says, __ “I have bad news.” __ She throws her self on the floor ready to hear those __ three words __! SHE IS DEAD! __ S-H-E—I-S—D-E-A-D!! S-H-E—I-S—D-E-A-D!! S-H-E—I-S—D-E-A-D!! __ At the moment she was expecting to hear __ those three words, those three __ __painful words__ __, those three words __ that would end her life as well. __Her blood was as cold as an ice cube__. Well that ice cube started melting as the doctor was telling her that her baby was all right. One month in that __ cold, empty, small, blue and white room __. My mother went to see me everyday but my father didn’t even care. My grandma soaked lies in his head. __ He was as absorbent as a sponge __ and everything my grandma and his wife told him he would believe. I was finally out of that room, finally out of that little bed, finally got rid of that breathing tube. By now my mother did not care. She spent most of her time with me. She did everything for me. Two weeks past and my dad came knocking on the door. __ Knock, Knock __. First he called her a liar, then he asked her for a pregnancy test. He humiliated her. __ Her heart was beating so fast the next door neighbor could hear it. She felt like he pulled her heart right out of her chest .__ He got what he wanted and the expression on his face when he saw the results made my mom smile. __ Her smile __ __was as big as the sun.__ She controlled herself and calmly told him to leave. “It was his kid. I was his kid! I cant believe that he would actually deny me,” was the first thing that came to my head when my mom told me this. A 10 year old girl was told her dad denied her. How does that feel? Horrible! It broke my heart to hear that, but the worst part was not that he denied me, it was that he was not there for me. I have a father by name but not by heart because he calls me his daughter but really was not treating me like one. Now as a 15 year old girl, I look at things differently. He slowly entered my life and started playing the role of a father. Even though now is different, I still have that stuck in my head. I still think about it. Wondering why. I was really affected. o Violet - Personification o Pink - Imagery o Baby Blue - Magic 3 o Dark Blue - Dialogue o Light Green - Repetition for Effect o Red - Metaphor o Orange - Simile o Dark Green - Onomonopeia o Brown - Symbolism o Gray - Hyperbole

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