She is the middle child...I am the youngest
She is a Teacher...I am an Artist
She is a Republican...I am a Democrat
She graduated from High School...I dropped out and got a GED
She graduated from college and is studying to get a Masters!...I have some college and feel I have a Masters in life!
She is Married and lives in a cookie cutter house in white suburbia...I am a single mother and live in affordable housing
Yet we are Sisters..and in spite of our differences...flaws...clashes..and at times unkind words...We are more alike than different.
I have come to terms with each and every one of my sisters- All three of them.
Will we ever be a close family?...probably not...Will my family support and encourage me as an Artist?...probably not.
My sisters are not perfect...nor am I
I love my sisters and wish them the best always!
My sister Aurelia told me a story: When she was a little girl and our mother use to leave us by ourselves to go work across the border in the U.S. to work.
My sister Lela use to go to the Mercado to buy cereal for us to eat. On her way back home she would take the box of "Corn Flakes" out of the bag so that everyone could see that she ate Corn Flakes like the rich people.
That poor little rich girl has come a long way...We all have!
My sister forwarded this e-mail to me the other day. She doesn't write much and when she does write she doesn't say much. But she forwards stuff to me, all the time.
I just had to share this forwarded e-mail with my friends at LatinoLA:
Chicana in Heaven
A middle aged Chicana had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital. While on the operating table, she had a near death experience and the Creator appeared before her.
Seeing the Creator, she asked, "Dios mio, is my time up?" Dios said, "No mijita, you have another 43 years, two months and eight days to live."
The Chicana decided to stay in the hospital and have the works done: face-lift, liposuction, chi-chi lift, nalga lift and pansa tuck.
She was all excited because she knew she had a long life ahead and wanted to look bien chingona!
After her final operation, she was released from the hospital. While crossing the street on her way to a taqueria, she was hit and killed by a bus.
Arriving in front of the Creator, she demanded, "Orale pues...que paso? I thought you said I had another 40 years to go? Why didn't you pull me out of the path of that pinche bus?"
The Creator replied, "Orale chica, I didn't recognize you!"
Varied Artist: Painter, Photographer, Poet, Storyteller