A Prelude...sorta..or it will be someday
She was only 13 when she ran away from home in hopes of becoming a woman in the arms of the boy she thought she loved. Who knows what she must’ve been thinking at the time, or if she was even thinking at all. She never received any formal education and was always far too sheltered by her father who spoiled her up until he died when she was 11. She went from being a spoiled, uneducated flat out ignorant 11 year-old brat, to becoming a 13 year-old inexperienced wife…a “woman”. She was raised in the traditional over-rated catholic environment whose impoverished conditions rivaled that of a third world country. Today, she is a grown “woman” whose social status has escalated mainly because of her husband’s business that more often than not, are the “we don’t talk about it out loud” type of affairs. Ok, so he sells crack to young, self-loathing, suicidal, weak-minded teens….
And there she was…screaming her lungs out as only she could….rambling off…invoking her “Virgen de Guadalupe” and who knows how many other saints…I had to remind myself that she never really grew up…That she was still more or less the immature little girl who ran off trying to play grown-up when she was 13…she didn’t know any better I thought. If I remember correctly, I had wronged mother because I, a 10 year old told her that hitting us her kids, was not the answer to gain respect from us….she slapped me…sigh, and this was my mother.
And there she was…screaming her lungs out as only she could….rambling off…invoking her “Virgen de Guadalupe” and who knows how many other saints…I had to remind myself that she never really grew up…That she was still more or less the immature little girl who ran off trying to play grown-up when she was 13…she didn’t know any better I thought. If I remember correctly, I had wronged mother because I, a 10 year old told her that hitting us her kids, was not the answer to gain respect from us….she slapped me…sigh, and this was my mother.