Childhood Memoirs Part Uno ;)

Every day I give thanks to God for the person I have become. I was raised in the Dominican Republic and for this, I am blessed. I grew up with no technology whatsoever again, a blessing. Where I lived I was surrounded by family and not strangers. Another reason why I am so freaking blessed is that I was born in the early 2000s. Now that is a blessing. The kids that are born now, have it coming for them.

I was born in the Dominican Republic armed forces hospital. My dad used to play for them baseball. He was in a contract. He used to be the real thing. I am telling, he was in the news, in the newspapers, and traveling back and forth. Well, my mom got pregnant with my sister and he was assigned to go play in China. Long story short, he said no and decided to stay with my mom for the pregnancy. He had 3 more years to go, to be retired. You know, free money, good life. Well, he stopped playing, so his contract was dead. My mom couldn’t believe it. A few more years and their lives wouldn’t have been the same. But everything happens for a reason and thank God he left the force. Of course, I am going to say this because if he would’ve stayed I wouldn’t have been born, hellooooo, we cannot have a change of events, we couldn’t afford that. Anyways, moving on, his mother, my grandmother, moved to the States. A little bit later she asked for her kids. All four of them came to live to the states, my dad of course included. So my mother and sister stayed in D.R. My father had visited them often. A little after my mother ended up pregnant with yours truly :) Things back then weren’t as complicated as they are now to bring people into the country. So my father asked for my sister and me, we had visas. He couldn’t bring my mom because they weren’t married for a long time yet.

We lived in a house, I cannot remember much of it because I was really young. There we lived with my dad's father, my grandfather. He was an alcoholic and he always smelled. My mother hated to live with him because he always loved to pick up fights with us for no reason, he was always spending his money on alcohol. He never helped around the house or bought anything. One time he was so drunk and he had to pee, so instead of going to the bathroom like a decent person, he peed in one of my sisters and I's cup, our drinking cup. I was so disgusted. You wanna know what my mom did about it? Do you? Well, I am not going to tell you. I am kidding, of course, I am going to tell you guys. You guys rule. Anyways, in the morning my mom took the discussable cup, full of pee and threw it at him while he slept. Yes, his stinky pee was all over him and his bed. He woke up angry as hell and started arguing with my mother. My mother would complain to my dad every day how she wants to move.

The next time my dad came from the States he started building our new home from scratch, on top of the one we were currently living in. His father helped him. You already know cement, and plaster and whatever you could think of that you need to build a house from scratch. The house took a few years to build because my dad was coming and going from the States to D.R. and so forth. The house was huge. Like massive. In order for you to get to the house, you needed to go up the stairs, doe because it is a second floor. You can’t fly, steps it is. When you reach the top of the stairs, there is this big door. When you open it you enter a white sunrise.

Now, do you want to know the details about my home and more of my childhood life… Well, stay tuned for Childhood Memoirs part Dos :)

Thank you for giving me the time of your day to read this piece. If you have any questions regarding anything do not hesitate to ask me. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Remember I am not the best writer. If you do happen to find a grammar mistake on this piece, please email me.

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Stay tuned for my next blog -> Childhood Memoirs part Dos :)

XOXO Yerika