I was back in the Dominican Republic after a few months of living in the United States, and one of my friends from high school invited me to hang out with some mutual friends from school. I wasn’t expecting it and didn’t want to go because I felt anxious about seeing if our friendship had …
Tag: Dominican Republic
The Mind Is a Book of Vivid Memories
When I was six years old, my entire family gathered in my grandparents’ country house in the eastern part of my country, the Dominican Republic. This was a big wooden house, brown in color, with a beautiful view from sunrise to sunset. I could see the birds fly and listen to the sound of the …
A Missing Piece
Never ever had I thought of making my own breakfast.
Never ever had I thought of cooking my own dinner.
Never ever had I thought of washing my own dishes.
Never ever had I thought of taking care of myself when I am ill.
The Golden Earrings
Twenty-five years ago, my husband gave me a pair of beautiful round golden earrings. It was a gift for Valentine’s Day. Since that day, I have always worn my earrings. My husband would see me with the earrings every day and would tell me, “You liked my gift a lot.”
Good Friends
Jose Rodriguez had stomach cancer. The doctors told him, “You need chemotherapy to stop the cancer.
Remember
* remember that it will always be worthwhile to keep walking remember that sometimes giving it all will be worth it but always remember not to climb by trampling others remember you are great when you help always remember that you are much stronger than you think remember that despite everything, you are still standing …
Reflections on 2020: Our Six-Word Memoirs
Six feet apart from my shoes.
—Ashly Cabral Arno
Eating to live; oops, the opposite!
—Vanina Bousquet
A bad time for lipstick lovers.
—Francis Almonte
The Storms of Life
Life can be challenging in many ways. I remember the first time I came to New York. Finding a job was hard. I did not know much English or any people whom I could ask for help in the city.
My Clothes Factory
At the age of eight, every time I was bored at home, I took my clothes that I didn’t like anymore and remade them into clothes for my dolls. I firmly believed that my dolls needed to be well–dressed, but this reason didn’t seem serious enough to my mother. She didn’t like this idea because …
An Impossible Experience
My grandfather, my best friend and mentor, had a stroke. He could never walk or talk again. He and my grandmother moved to another city, and I was left in the house with my uncle and his family. My cousins soon began to bully me and even beat me because I was the smallest girl …