Things they Carry.

Ana Siller

September 19, 2012

Ms. Brostoff

The Things I carry                 

        I carry so many significant things that occasionally I forget how awesome they are. Tangible and intangible things. I carry the opinion of my family their lessons and plans for me. I carry small insignificant things. At times they are the most important and worth living for.

        I carry peace inside me, to have the courage to confront love and spread it to the world. I carry the love of my family, a relationship full of placid affection. My amiable mother, a benevolent person and pious in church such an excellent cook, she must have inherited from my grandmother. Yum! That smell of chocolate chips. My father, my patriot. A god fearing too, an epicure person kind and considerate. Playing golf in Iberostar bringing a trophy every tournament. I carry my siblings, David and Andrea both my talismans and at the same time my banes.
        I carry a picture of my grandpa, an old scratch photo. I carry and follow his words inside me ‘’While you are alive, feel alive. If you miss what you used to do, do it again. Continue even if everyone expects you to leave, do not allow the iron oxide in you’’ .  I  carry the pain he suffer and the love he spread around my family.

        I carry my laughter, together with the fun of the daily living.  My laugh is so loud that people hear it and know it is me. Particularly in unexpected situations, when a guffaw suddenly bursts out of me, doubling  over in mirth. I carry confusing laughter, on occasion it is so hard and loud that becomes silent, or I even start feeling a six pack coming on, and my best kind of laughter, when I laugh so hard that tears starts come streaming down my face.  I have  notice my three favorite kinds of laughter all end with a sigh and with a big smile from cheek to cheek.         I carry an irreproachable life, since is the highest honor of a rational being. I carry an epicure person, with a peculiar taste for food. Specially Italian and Chinese food. The ineffable flavors with an incredible smell. Hmm, it made my mouth water!

        I carry my gold scapular around my neck day and night. It carries my family, what my family has taught me and the promises we did to each other. It represents myself as a prayer of God. I carry passion and creativity. ‘’Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep’’.  I carry the passion of painting, creating and drawing. I carry fervor in my veins.

        I carry my hometown, memories and family. My patriotism of being born in Mexico together with my culture. I carry the smell of the rain and the wind. I carry Brazil as my second home.  The  mix of samba, salsa and cumbia.

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