August 27, 2012
The time has come, yet again. where we notice that the water is quite. so it's time to make waves Time to poke the fire, color outside the lines, push the limits...... CROSS THE LINE. Lately We've been seeing a lot of Daddy. It's fantastic! We wake up together. More like we wake up, then we wake him up. We brush our teeth together, eat together, spend our whole day together. Everyday is a new day. He's so fun to play with...until we cross the line. I find it rather amusing, Alyssia too. Daddy, on the other hand, does not find it so entertaining. You should see his face. Daddy tries to be patient and get a grasp on the situation, it doesn't help. It's a game to us. We notice it doesn't bother him, so we push it a little farther. It's a game. He's cool, calm, and collective, so it seems. It's just a game. You might think of us as mean. Some might think of it as cruel. Remember, it's just a harmless game.We like to think of it as pure, unconditional love, at it's purest. Every parent must go through it. We as children, want to know how far we can push him. how far we can take it and how Daddy will react (for future purposes). The emotion to every emotion. WE WANT TO SEE IT! We ask him if we can we have another pack of gummies. The answer is always, no. We ask for more juice, after the first delicious cup. The answer, once again, a big fat no. We don't like being told no, about anything. Who run the world? GIRL! GIRLS! We know the song. We are powerful. We are strong. We push and push. Daddy asks me why do I ask the same questions, time and time again. It's simple. Sooner or later, Daddy's is going to give in, give us a different response. I'm not saying it happens right away and I'm not saying he gives in every time. Reality of it is, he rarely does, but he does. It never hurts to try. Well, let me rephrase that. It never physically hurts to try. Emotionally, it does. We have our feelings hurt all the time. Daddy, is a persistent Daddy, too. We cry. Alyssia more than me, of course. We can't help it sometimes. Our hearts are broken. How could Daddy say no to his little girls. We are his world, after all, but even after the tears have started, Daddy still says no. So, why do we still continue our relentless pursuit? The reason is simple. We make waves in the waters because, you can learn more in a storm than the calm. We cross the line, to find out where that line is. We poke the fire, to see how high it can go. We color outside the lines, because we can. We push the limits because we are told there are none. Keep up the good work and good luck, Daddy. With every piece of mentality you use towards and against us, we will use that same mentality on you.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
How Bad Could It Be, If You're Always Smiling?
August 14, 2012
The days go by and we spend every moment with Daddy. We wake up, enjoy the day, and end the day with him. It has been the best time of our lives. Daddy gets aggravated from time to time, but he said it's normal. He has reassured us many times these past weeks, that he loves all the time he spends with us. He looks healthier and he's even grown a beard. First time we ever saw him with one. He looks so sophisticated. When Daddy was working we saw him, maybe, four hours a day. Daddy didn't intentionally lose his job. Who does? He said "everything happens for a reason.". Hopefully for our sake, we find out that reason soon....
I overheard Daddy talking to himself after he read a letter he received in the mail. He was spouting curses and words I've never heard before. I was scared to ask any questions but if you know anything about me, you know that wouldn't stop me. I approached him and asked who sent him the letter. He said it was from the unemployment office. I then proceeded to ask him what the letter was about. He looked at me with a sadness I have never seen. What could the letter have said to make Daddy feel this way. Just when I was about to walk away Daddy belted out "No one cares, Maritza!", and before he could say another word I cried out "I care, Daddy"....He opened his arms waiting for me to enter them. I love it when he does that. You could hear Alyssia say "I care too, Daddy" as she ran to us from the living room. Daddy opened his arms wider to give us both a hug. It was the kind of hug you give to someone that has been hurt. We weren't in pain. I'm sure of it, but maybe he was. The kiss on the forehead, that followed, was as you would expect from a father to a daughter. Simple, sweet, and filled with a type of security, only a Daddy could give.
He wiped the tears from his eyes, picked up his head and said..
"I love you girls. Right now, Daddy is dealing with some serious issues and because it doesn't happen often, the world doesn't believe a man can take care of a two and a four year old. They don't see that I can not give anymore than what I have already given. I ask for help and it's denied. I ask for a more steady and predictable schedule at work and they say "sorry, you work in retail". Well, I'm sorry. Sorry they couldn't understand. Sorry, I didn't put more time and effort in my profession. Sorry, I didn't give my job, my full and undivided attention. Sorry, I didn't put my girls before my work. Sorry, it's always a women in this situation and rarely a man. I tried to be a father and a valued employee once before. The result, me having to step down from a assistant managers position to make it less difficult. I've made sacrifices and I know there will be more to be made. I've learned there is nothing that is going to make raising two little girls any easier. It's just not possible without family. It's unfortunate that I moved away from mine. It doesn't really bother me in the sense that, eventually we will overcome this. What does bother me, is the overwhelming feeling that I will fall. I can't see myself failing, but falling? Yes. It's coming. Is that what they want from me? Do they want to see me in the gutter? Down and out? Begging for a handout? If you don't show signs of humility, you don't get the support you need? Why help someone who isn't groveling, right? Nonsense! It shouldn't have to be that way. The only thing I beg and plead on a day to day basis is, that we remain together. Which will most likely be misinterpreted as my greatest attribute and downfall.....My arrogance."
I wiped his tears like he does mine and opened my arms. Daddy looked at me, grabbed Alyssia and hugged us like he was never going to let us go. Deep down we knew in our hearts, he never will.
The days go by and we spend every moment with Daddy. We wake up, enjoy the day, and end the day with him. It has been the best time of our lives. Daddy gets aggravated from time to time, but he said it's normal. He has reassured us many times these past weeks, that he loves all the time he spends with us. He looks healthier and he's even grown a beard. First time we ever saw him with one. He looks so sophisticated. When Daddy was working we saw him, maybe, four hours a day. Daddy didn't intentionally lose his job. Who does? He said "everything happens for a reason.". Hopefully for our sake, we find out that reason soon....
I overheard Daddy talking to himself after he read a letter he received in the mail. He was spouting curses and words I've never heard before. I was scared to ask any questions but if you know anything about me, you know that wouldn't stop me. I approached him and asked who sent him the letter. He said it was from the unemployment office. I then proceeded to ask him what the letter was about. He looked at me with a sadness I have never seen. What could the letter have said to make Daddy feel this way. Just when I was about to walk away Daddy belted out "No one cares, Maritza!", and before he could say another word I cried out "I care, Daddy"....He opened his arms waiting for me to enter them. I love it when he does that. You could hear Alyssia say "I care too, Daddy" as she ran to us from the living room. Daddy opened his arms wider to give us both a hug. It was the kind of hug you give to someone that has been hurt. We weren't in pain. I'm sure of it, but maybe he was. The kiss on the forehead, that followed, was as you would expect from a father to a daughter. Simple, sweet, and filled with a type of security, only a Daddy could give.
He wiped the tears from his eyes, picked up his head and said..
"I love you girls. Right now, Daddy is dealing with some serious issues and because it doesn't happen often, the world doesn't believe a man can take care of a two and a four year old. They don't see that I can not give anymore than what I have already given. I ask for help and it's denied. I ask for a more steady and predictable schedule at work and they say "sorry, you work in retail". Well, I'm sorry. Sorry they couldn't understand. Sorry, I didn't put more time and effort in my profession. Sorry, I didn't give my job, my full and undivided attention. Sorry, I didn't put my girls before my work. Sorry, it's always a women in this situation and rarely a man. I tried to be a father and a valued employee once before. The result, me having to step down from a assistant managers position to make it less difficult. I've made sacrifices and I know there will be more to be made. I've learned there is nothing that is going to make raising two little girls any easier. It's just not possible without family. It's unfortunate that I moved away from mine. It doesn't really bother me in the sense that, eventually we will overcome this. What does bother me, is the overwhelming feeling that I will fall. I can't see myself failing, but falling? Yes. It's coming. Is that what they want from me? Do they want to see me in the gutter? Down and out? Begging for a handout? If you don't show signs of humility, you don't get the support you need? Why help someone who isn't groveling, right? Nonsense! It shouldn't have to be that way. The only thing I beg and plead on a day to day basis is, that we remain together. Which will most likely be misinterpreted as my greatest attribute and downfall.....My arrogance."
I wiped his tears like he does mine and opened my arms. Daddy looked at me, grabbed Alyssia and hugged us like he was never going to let us go. Deep down we knew in our hearts, he never will.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Zombie Apocalypse take 3
August 11, 2012
This is the third installment of a man. Who has not given us the pleasure of knowing his name (I wanted to Google it). Daddy said he found two more sandwich bags, containing two letters each. Oh joy! They were in a hole at the upper right corner of Daddy's closet . He read all six and said "Somehow I empathize with him." We shouldn't hesitate to let everyone read them. The world needs to know . So with my Daddy's permission we bring to you.The Zombie Apocidemic.
March ?, 2004
Would you believe I've tried reasoning with the desolate souls, of the wondering drones, that fill the world of the conscience. I thought that if reasoning and example might persuade anyone. It might work on them, I was wrong. How can you reason with the unreasonable. How can you educate the numb, the lifeless, the brainless. None the less, I felt as if there were someway to change what was going on. I would find it. I had to take it upon myself to reverse the phrase "one man can not change the world" but, here it was, this massive ball of inevitability. Heading down a steep slope of ignorance. What do you do? Head on? Run away. Not yet, first, I had to blend in somehow. A wise man once said "A person can be intelligent and play stupid, but a person couldn't be dumb and play smart.". Wise words. I have to pull this off......every time I look into their eyes directly, I feel them staring back at me with jealousy. Do I sense a bit of human emotion lingering? Is it that you want to be alive again. Can't find your way? I shouldn't be so quick to judge. After all, they were once apart of the world of the living.
Leaving behind more of the undead in their wake, as they devour the very muscle that keeps us sharp, witty, alive. We weren't raised as warriors or the fighting resistance but, we are now. I have seen people torn apart. Nothing, but a shell of their former selves. The feeling of regurgitation, like a frog in my throat. The stench, the sadness in their eyes. Yet, some have a lost gratification that could not be replaced by anything. Happy to be zombies, I guess. Let's see zombie requirements.
Slow moving time has no meaning. Check
No regard for personal hygiene(of course). Check.
Feeds off of anyone it can. Until, you become one of them. Check.
No train of thought. Can barely complete simple tasks. Check.
No recollection of friends, family, or themselves. Check.
They're not satisfied, until the whole world is under ruin. Check.
They are here people and they aren't going anywhere. We can make a stand or just let this happen.
True this was foreseen, but I wouldn't call it an Apocalypse.
More like, A Zombie Epidemic.
This is the third installment of a man. Who has not given us the pleasure of knowing his name (I wanted to Google it). Daddy said he found two more sandwich bags, containing two letters each. Oh joy! They were in a hole at the upper right corner of Daddy's closet . He read all six and said "Somehow I empathize with him." We shouldn't hesitate to let everyone read them. The world needs to know . So with my Daddy's permission we bring to you.The Zombie Apocidemic.
March ?, 2004
Chapter 3
The Reality
This can't be. I thought I could make my escape, from the walking masses of death. With over 8 million people in New York City. I thought I had seen the worse. Such a large population, for this Apocalypse to run head on with. How could It get any worse, you might add? It was the horror of realizing I had to cut down my own friends and family to survive. I tried to keep telling myself "they won't feel a thing", but it was I, who felt it the most. I escaped what I was not ready to do and made my travels southward to a place named after a county town of
County Louth in Ireland. Situated where the
Castletown River flows into the bay, close to the border
with Northern Ireland and equidistant from Dublin and Belfast. I don't blame you if you haven't heard of it. Few know of Ireland, but this
place was not in Ireland. This place was close to home. Not far at all. A
single road can take you there. It brought me here.Would you believe I've tried reasoning with the desolate souls, of the wondering drones, that fill the world of the conscience. I thought that if reasoning and example might persuade anyone. It might work on them, I was wrong. How can you reason with the unreasonable. How can you educate the numb, the lifeless, the brainless. None the less, I felt as if there were someway to change what was going on. I would find it. I had to take it upon myself to reverse the phrase "one man can not change the world" but, here it was, this massive ball of inevitability. Heading down a steep slope of ignorance. What do you do? Head on? Run away. Not yet, first, I had to blend in somehow. A wise man once said "A person can be intelligent and play stupid, but a person couldn't be dumb and play smart.". Wise words. I have to pull this off......every time I look into their eyes directly, I feel them staring back at me with jealousy. Do I sense a bit of human emotion lingering? Is it that you want to be alive again. Can't find your way? I shouldn't be so quick to judge. After all, they were once apart of the world of the living.
Leaving behind more of the undead in their wake, as they devour the very muscle that keeps us sharp, witty, alive. We weren't raised as warriors or the fighting resistance but, we are now. I have seen people torn apart. Nothing, but a shell of their former selves. The feeling of regurgitation, like a frog in my throat. The stench, the sadness in their eyes. Yet, some have a lost gratification that could not be replaced by anything. Happy to be zombies, I guess. Let's see zombie requirements.
Slow moving time has no meaning. Check
No regard for personal hygiene(of course). Check.
Feeds off of anyone it can. Until, you become one of them. Check.
No train of thought. Can barely complete simple tasks. Check.
No recollection of friends, family, or themselves. Check.
They're not satisfied, until the whole world is under ruin. Check.
They are here people and they aren't going anywhere. We can make a stand or just let this happen.
True this was foreseen, but I wouldn't call it an Apocalypse.
More like, A Zombie Epidemic.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Zombie Apocalypse Take 2
July 28, 2012
It's been sometime, since we've heard of the letters we found, that day in our bedroom closet. Daddy told us he read all three letters and decided these notes would cause more hysteria than resolve. We don't know why. So, with blissful ignorance, we disagree and with indifferent intentions, we bring to you, an interesting story of one mans' journey.
November ?, 2003
I am not alone. This is an epidemic. Even though, I myself, would call it a pandemic. It is an illness. With science we can conceive the definite possibility that, a foreign substance has entered the body, altered the very soul of our vessel. Corrupting the heart as the cerebrum decays. An Apocalypse? This was foreseen? Someone, somewhere, was figuring this, all out, and didn't tell the rest of us human beings? Then again. How much marketing can you get if everyone knew? A few movies. A zombie-less Halloween, wow Halloween. It's funny. No, I mean it's a joke to everyone. Desensitize the public to this horrific event, turn it into a house hold name. Sell bullets specifically made to kill zombies! Us and our labels. As soon as we label it, it becomes ours. Right? Isn't that how the old folklore goes? we snuggle with it. Call it our own. I heard something similar as a child, from a gargoyle named Hudson (after the Hudson river) on a children's animated series. He said "Must you humans name everything? Nothings real to you, until you've named it, given it limits". There are no limit to how far this can go(except world annihilation), But like Bruce Lee said "Don't get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water.
Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless — like water" (something said here in the middle ) and oh! "Now water can
flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend. He's basically stating. Nothing Can control us. Nothing should control us.
Can we label this, and call it an apocalypse, then? Is this something viewed as a prophetic revelation? Did I just ask you the same question twice? Did I repeat myself again? Think about it!! Please think, thought, question, desire, and inspire. Continue to seek, yearn and crave for more.That seems to be the key. It is imperative that we keep our minds on a strict regimen of stimuli, awareness and creation. It doesn't take a scientist figure out (if it does, than we are all scientist today, my friend). If you just close your eyes..well, that I really wouldn't recommend, keeping an eye out for the undead and all, you could do it with your eyes open. Picture this....a beach, sun, hot, warming, can't quite feel the burn, the winds in your ear are relentless, yet a welcome pleasure for your skin, heavy waves crashing into the clean sandy shore. wait there are empty soda cans (your choice), Beer bottles (your choice), plastic bags, along side cigarette butts in the shape of a frowny face.
Your mind sets a stage with whatever and whomever I tell it. The more articulate the words are (like a light, fine, stroke outline on canvas with a fine brush), the more vibrant the setting. The more alive the scene becomes. It's a natural instinct to paint a picture in your mind, and that's exactly what I am talking about! Some would say, why bother? Thats my point, you don't have to bother, to think. You do have to strain and stress, not to.The mind doesn't need thought to manifest an image inside of your head. The dreams, the passions, the memories, pretend and make believe. We seem to lose that as we grow up. we forget, that's how we learned everything as children. Even as we grow older, with our ears closed, our mouths open, and our eyes closed, you can see still it. Everyone can see it..... Well, not everyone.
It's been sometime, since we've heard of the letters we found, that day in our bedroom closet. Daddy told us he read all three letters and decided these notes would cause more hysteria than resolve. We don't know why. So, with blissful ignorance, we disagree and with indifferent intentions, we bring to you, an interesting story of one mans' journey.
November ?, 2003
Chapter 2
The Re-evaluation
Can we label this, and call it an apocalypse, then? Is this something viewed as a prophetic revelation? Did I just ask you the same question twice? Did I repeat myself again? Think about it!! Please think, thought, question, desire, and inspire. Continue to seek, yearn and crave for more.That seems to be the key. It is imperative that we keep our minds on a strict regimen of stimuli, awareness and creation. It doesn't take a scientist figure out (if it does, than we are all scientist today, my friend). If you just close your eyes..well, that I really wouldn't recommend, keeping an eye out for the undead and all, you could do it with your eyes open. Picture this....a beach, sun, hot, warming, can't quite feel the burn, the winds in your ear are relentless, yet a welcome pleasure for your skin, heavy waves crashing into the clean sandy shore. wait there are empty soda cans (your choice), Beer bottles (your choice), plastic bags, along side cigarette butts in the shape of a frowny face.
Your mind sets a stage with whatever and whomever I tell it. The more articulate the words are (like a light, fine, stroke outline on canvas with a fine brush), the more vibrant the setting. The more alive the scene becomes. It's a natural instinct to paint a picture in your mind, and that's exactly what I am talking about! Some would say, why bother? Thats my point, you don't have to bother, to think. You do have to strain and stress, not to.The mind doesn't need thought to manifest an image inside of your head. The dreams, the passions, the memories, pretend and make believe. We seem to lose that as we grow up. we forget, that's how we learned everything as children. Even as we grow older, with our ears closed, our mouths open, and our eyes closed, you can see still it. Everyone can see it..... Well, not everyone.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Dear Life
August 6, 2012
Whomever sent that letter addressed to Daddy, didn't expect a response. Well they got one and it is my pleasure to share it with you. Go get 'em Daddy!
Dear Life,
To "think" about any given topic or situation, let alone about ones' self is to have doubt. I am a man, who doesn't "think", but knows, who I am, knows what I am trying to accomplish, knows my boundaries, and knows that there is no limit for me, but death. Even through death my impact continues. I am education. I am hard work. I am a father. I am a nurturer. I am everything my pretty girls need, in their precious little lives. I would hope for an easy ride like most. Wouldn't that be great! Still, I don't rely on miracles. Would there be a different outcome if it was easy? Exactly. I don't look for a break. I look for an answer.
Have you forgotten. You were the one who let me have a taste. At times, served me three course me of your cruelty, torture, and malice. You made me who I am, and in some way prepared me for the drive ahead. Yes, this is my first time down this road, but I am traveling down this path, with the experience YOU gave me, and not to mention, the smartest and most precious daughters a father could have, riding by my sides. They may not know what's going on at the moment. They may not see my pain and frustration, but it is their naiveté, love, and innocence that fuels my will to press on. On this journey..of their life.
Destiny...I do control MY own destiny in the sense that, I know what I need. I know what's at stake. Temet nosce. I never strive for less. I strive to be the best. Better than last year, in the time I am allowed. Time does go by fast, it's true, but the time I spend with my girls will last forever in our hearts and in our minds. Just like, the lessons I teach my girls everyday. They will grow up different and the world around them will finally know the difference. My children will be of my wisdom. They will have the same intentions I have. They will know what I know. You will not catch them off guard. I will make them aware of you. Aware of the struggle, the hardships, and the turmoil. Aware of the trust in a man, a real man, this man. I am everything but normal. My dreams are loud. How can you awake from your dreams, if you are not sleeping?
You don't believe the statement and it doesn't matter. Nothing matters. "All I need is my girls" will be said as many times as the world needs to be reminded of it. I now live for them. They live because of me. The worst thought would be of me losing them. Besides my health, nothing could be worse. I have over come your hardships and I will overcome these. Before I had MY girls, the only reward was money. Now, the smile on their faces, the joy in their hearts, and the way they say "I love you, Daddy" and "My Daddy" is all the payment I need. You can not bring me down. I will not dwell on the past. How does the phrase go? "Life is what you make it?" That's right! What I make it and like the saying goes "Don't go through life, GROW through life", I will continue to grow everyday of MY ENTIRE LIFE.
Sincerely yours
Antonio Perez
Because getting out is not an option
Whomever sent that letter addressed to Daddy, didn't expect a response. Well they got one and it is my pleasure to share it with you. Go get 'em Daddy!
Dear Life,
To "think" about any given topic or situation, let alone about ones' self is to have doubt. I am a man, who doesn't "think", but knows, who I am, knows what I am trying to accomplish, knows my boundaries, and knows that there is no limit for me, but death. Even through death my impact continues. I am education. I am hard work. I am a father. I am a nurturer. I am everything my pretty girls need, in their precious little lives. I would hope for an easy ride like most. Wouldn't that be great! Still, I don't rely on miracles. Would there be a different outcome if it was easy? Exactly. I don't look for a break. I look for an answer.
Have you forgotten. You were the one who let me have a taste. At times, served me three course me of your cruelty, torture, and malice. You made me who I am, and in some way prepared me for the drive ahead. Yes, this is my first time down this road, but I am traveling down this path, with the experience YOU gave me, and not to mention, the smartest and most precious daughters a father could have, riding by my sides. They may not know what's going on at the moment. They may not see my pain and frustration, but it is their naiveté, love, and innocence that fuels my will to press on. On this journey..of their life.
Destiny...I do control MY own destiny in the sense that, I know what I need. I know what's at stake. Temet nosce. I never strive for less. I strive to be the best. Better than last year, in the time I am allowed. Time does go by fast, it's true, but the time I spend with my girls will last forever in our hearts and in our minds. Just like, the lessons I teach my girls everyday. They will grow up different and the world around them will finally know the difference. My children will be of my wisdom. They will have the same intentions I have. They will know what I know. You will not catch them off guard. I will make them aware of you. Aware of the struggle, the hardships, and the turmoil. Aware of the trust in a man, a real man, this man. I am everything but normal. My dreams are loud. How can you awake from your dreams, if you are not sleeping?
You don't believe the statement and it doesn't matter. Nothing matters. "All I need is my girls" will be said as many times as the world needs to be reminded of it. I now live for them. They live because of me. The worst thought would be of me losing them. Besides my health, nothing could be worse. I have over come your hardships and I will overcome these. Before I had MY girls, the only reward was money. Now, the smile on their faces, the joy in their hearts, and the way they say "I love you, Daddy" and "My Daddy" is all the payment I need. You can not bring me down. I will not dwell on the past. How does the phrase go? "Life is what you make it?" That's right! What I make it and like the saying goes "Don't go through life, GROW through life", I will continue to grow everyday of MY ENTIRE LIFE.
Sincerely yours
Antonio Perez
Because getting out is not an option
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Can You Marry me
August 5, 2012
A strict regimen, mixed with love, poured over honesty, garnished with a slice of responsibility, is what Daddy says helps him with our daily routine. Which, I might add, is rarely altered. Daddy says we are cranky if we stay up past bed time. even though, I think it's the other way around. After dinner, we usually sit, play, or talk with each other, before we brush our teeth and get ready for bed. A little T.V. wouldn't hurt, but very seldom does Daddy turn on the T.V.. When he does, we get to watch our favorite shows on Netflix. Daddy says the greatest thing about it is, that there aren't any commercials to distract us from learning. Alyssia and I love Pocoyo and the Lalaloopsy movie. I enjoy watching the Fairies and Bratz. Alyssia is a Dora, Diego, and baby Bratz fan. Daddy loves Word girl, Super why, and a collection of Leap Frog movies. He said, he would rather see us play with our toys, than sit in front of a T.V.. I agree, I love all my toys and I love my Daddy. After all is said and done, it's time for bed.
Last night, at the end of our routine. Daddy asked us for a kiss and hug goodnight as usual. Alyssia gave him kisses and hugs then I also granted his request with a kiss on the cheek and before I would give him a hug, I said "I want to give you a kiss on your lips, Daddy." Daddy answered me with surprise "We don't kiss each other on the lips, Maritza.". I tried to convince him and said "married people kiss on the lips, yea" He laughed under his breath and said "Yes they do, baby. Married people kiss on the lips". Then came a question that put a tear in Daddy's eye "When I grow up, can I marry..
-I mean when I grow up, can you marry ME, Daddy?"
Daddy paused, after he let out an "awwww " and followed with the answer I wanted to hear "Yes Maritza, I will" I was so happy. I gave him another kiss on the cheek, an extra big hug, and said "I love you, Daddy" He kissed me on my forehead and replied "I love you too, Maritza"
"Me too, Daddy?" Alyssia said.
"Of course, Alyssia. I love you too. Goodnight girls, sweet dreams"
As he walked out of our bedroom with the voices of his little girls saying "goodnight, Daddy". I couldn't help but think, My daddy is the greatest daddy in the world. Don't ever change.
A strict regimen, mixed with love, poured over honesty, garnished with a slice of responsibility, is what Daddy says helps him with our daily routine. Which, I might add, is rarely altered. Daddy says we are cranky if we stay up past bed time. even though, I think it's the other way around. After dinner, we usually sit, play, or talk with each other, before we brush our teeth and get ready for bed. A little T.V. wouldn't hurt, but very seldom does Daddy turn on the T.V.. When he does, we get to watch our favorite shows on Netflix. Daddy says the greatest thing about it is, that there aren't any commercials to distract us from learning. Alyssia and I love Pocoyo and the Lalaloopsy movie. I enjoy watching the Fairies and Bratz. Alyssia is a Dora, Diego, and baby Bratz fan. Daddy loves Word girl, Super why, and a collection of Leap Frog movies. He said, he would rather see us play with our toys, than sit in front of a T.V.. I agree, I love all my toys and I love my Daddy. After all is said and done, it's time for bed.
Last night, at the end of our routine. Daddy asked us for a kiss and hug goodnight as usual. Alyssia gave him kisses and hugs then I also granted his request with a kiss on the cheek and before I would give him a hug, I said "I want to give you a kiss on your lips, Daddy." Daddy answered me with surprise "We don't kiss each other on the lips, Maritza.". I tried to convince him and said "married people kiss on the lips, yea" He laughed under his breath and said "Yes they do, baby. Married people kiss on the lips". Then came a question that put a tear in Daddy's eye "When I grow up, can I marry..
-I mean when I grow up, can you marry ME, Daddy?"
Daddy paused, after he let out an "awwww " and followed with the answer I wanted to hear "Yes Maritza, I will" I was so happy. I gave him another kiss on the cheek, an extra big hug, and said "I love you, Daddy" He kissed me on my forehead and replied "I love you too, Maritza"
"Me too, Daddy?" Alyssia said.
"Of course, Alyssia. I love you too. Goodnight girls, sweet dreams"
As he walked out of our bedroom with the voices of his little girls saying "goodnight, Daddy". I couldn't help but think, My daddy is the greatest daddy in the world. Don't ever change.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Dear Mr. Antonio Perez
August 3, 2012
I have a letter addressed to my Daddy. It must be fan mail. What else could it be? When Daddy was done reading it, he put it down and said he found it incredibly amusing. So, I picked it up and thought it would be nice, if everyone else could partake in that very same amusement. I hope you enjoy. My Daddy did.
Dear Antonio Perez,
Who do you think you are? An easy ride? A break? Maybe, help from above? Is that what you think you deserve? What you will receive? This is obviously your first time down this road. This path that is filled with the ugly truth that just is. You live by the notion "You control your own destiny"?! You have no control over anything. By the time you realize what has to be done, it will be to late to act upon and the illusion of you "handling the situation" will only fill you with the gratification of overcoming, nothing. All the while, time is ticking away. You feel as if it's running out. Your plans will expire. No time for anything. Dwell on the fact, and again you lose time. What will you do? You don't want to go against your own words, Do you? How does your creed go again? "I will raise my children different. In a world that doesn't understand the difference" It's nonsense! It's hard enough, just to survive the norm, let alone the unorthodox. You will succumb to the way things are. That will be your norm. You will quite these dreams, which are nothing but. You will wake up one day. If not by your own merit, by ours. It is inevitable. It is feeble to think, it wasn't going to come to this. One after another. Everything that could happen will happen. Credit given to the blind man!! Congratulations, blind man!! How you made it this far, is irrelevant. Your blindness is permanent. So called, "victim of circumstance". You are once again persuaded under basic logic, to seek help, search for some guidance. Someone out there that can lead you in the right direction, but wait....That's right! You believe the majority is wrong and you now know, you have no choice.
"It doesn't matter", you say? You now have more time with your daughters? Is that it? How does spending time with them, pay bills? It doesn't! It doesn't, make everything alright. All you need is your girls? Huh? Well, it's not that easy. It will never be that easy. The phrase goes "what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger". Yet. no one takes into account, if it didn't kill you, at the very least it maimed you or paralyzed you. Enjoy your restricted individuality. More is yet to come. How does the other phrase go? "It will get worse before it can get better" How much worse you might ask? Let's just say you won't feel a thing. This will be long and painless. Don't deny it. We rule your world. We are the reason. So, get the ideas out of your head, Wake up from your dreams, face reality, and embrace the truth. We are not going anywhere. What was the phrase before "It is what it is"?
"That's life" and don't forget it!
signed LIFE
Deal with it or get out!!
I have a letter addressed to my Daddy. It must be fan mail. What else could it be? When Daddy was done reading it, he put it down and said he found it incredibly amusing. So, I picked it up and thought it would be nice, if everyone else could partake in that very same amusement. I hope you enjoy. My Daddy did.
Dear Antonio Perez,
Who do you think you are? An easy ride? A break? Maybe, help from above? Is that what you think you deserve? What you will receive? This is obviously your first time down this road. This path that is filled with the ugly truth that just is. You live by the notion "You control your own destiny"?! You have no control over anything. By the time you realize what has to be done, it will be to late to act upon and the illusion of you "handling the situation" will only fill you with the gratification of overcoming, nothing. All the while, time is ticking away. You feel as if it's running out. Your plans will expire. No time for anything. Dwell on the fact, and again you lose time. What will you do? You don't want to go against your own words, Do you? How does your creed go again? "I will raise my children different. In a world that doesn't understand the difference" It's nonsense! It's hard enough, just to survive the norm, let alone the unorthodox. You will succumb to the way things are. That will be your norm. You will quite these dreams, which are nothing but. You will wake up one day. If not by your own merit, by ours. It is inevitable. It is feeble to think, it wasn't going to come to this. One after another. Everything that could happen will happen. Credit given to the blind man!! Congratulations, blind man!! How you made it this far, is irrelevant. Your blindness is permanent. So called, "victim of circumstance". You are once again persuaded under basic logic, to seek help, search for some guidance. Someone out there that can lead you in the right direction, but wait....That's right! You believe the majority is wrong and you now know, you have no choice.
"It doesn't matter", you say? You now have more time with your daughters? Is that it? How does spending time with them, pay bills? It doesn't! It doesn't, make everything alright. All you need is your girls? Huh? Well, it's not that easy. It will never be that easy. The phrase goes "what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger". Yet. no one takes into account, if it didn't kill you, at the very least it maimed you or paralyzed you. Enjoy your restricted individuality. More is yet to come. How does the other phrase go? "It will get worse before it can get better" How much worse you might ask? Let's just say you won't feel a thing. This will be long and painless. Don't deny it. We rule your world. We are the reason. So, get the ideas out of your head, Wake up from your dreams, face reality, and embrace the truth. We are not going anywhere. What was the phrase before "It is what it is"?
"That's life" and don't forget it!
signed LIFE
Deal with it or get out!!
Friday, August 3, 2012
No Sleep Till Brooklyn.
July 31, 2012
Has it really been two weeks? What's the phrase? Time flies when you're... Yea, it's been an eventful week. Daddy has had some major life changes. They had to be major. We haven't been to Apples house all week. Come to think of it, Tio Ben must of replaced the Apple crew, but Daddy said Tio Ben was leaving today. Does that mean, back to Apple's house? We miss Apple and we're going to miss our Tio Ben, too. We have had the privilege of knowing, Daddy's twin brother for fourteen consecutive days. We've seen him and Daddy hug like the world was ending, and talk like it had just begun. We've seen them handle situations like adults and argue like children. It's safe to say you never really grow up, when your around your siblings. If you're fortunate enough to live in a stable household and reap the benefits of growing up with a brother or sister, you know. Growing up with a live in best friend can not be replaced by any part-time residence. Sad to say, there's a lot of adults who are subjected to this reality. For those who weren't, rejoining, rejoicing, or even arguing, can transport you to the days of yesteryear. When bruises were expected, a few stitches said "you were cool", a broken arm meant nothing, and the worst thing that can happen is the emergency room. All, in the privacy of your own home. You couldn't imagine life without each other and you didn't.
Daddy and Tio were like two long lost friends. They talked, they laughed. They even shed some tears when they spoke of Granma. "WE love you granma!!" Half way through the visit, there was some aggression exchanged, but they hugged afterward. They hug a lot. Will we hug a lot? Will we argue that way? Daddy says, knowing full heartedly we do "Imagine when you girls grow up. That's when you know your truly family, when you can hug after any quarrel. When you would love for them to leave and hate to see them go. When, no matter how much hatred or distrust you have for a family member, it all seems to disappear when they're in trouble.". Is that the same as when, Daddy always tells us the reason we fight is because we love each other?
So, Tio left and Daddy's all alone again. Tio didn't want to go, he said he'll be back soon. We love him so much, not because we finally had our ears pierced, because of him. Even though, that was a memory not easily forgotten. Thank you Tio Ben, but why do you have to go? Daddy said, Tio Ben has to go back to Brooklyn, he has responsibilities to take care of, he has his own life over there. It was nice to see him though. Alyssia was very attached to Tio Ben. She loves her family and so do I. We love you Tio Ben!! We had a great time!! We will remember you forever. The memories we have of you will be cherished always. We miss you already, Tio Ben. We hope to see you again!!
Has it really been two weeks? What's the phrase? Time flies when you're... Yea, it's been an eventful week. Daddy has had some major life changes. They had to be major. We haven't been to Apples house all week. Come to think of it, Tio Ben must of replaced the Apple crew, but Daddy said Tio Ben was leaving today. Does that mean, back to Apple's house? We miss Apple and we're going to miss our Tio Ben, too. We have had the privilege of knowing, Daddy's twin brother for fourteen consecutive days. We've seen him and Daddy hug like the world was ending, and talk like it had just begun. We've seen them handle situations like adults and argue like children. It's safe to say you never really grow up, when your around your siblings. If you're fortunate enough to live in a stable household and reap the benefits of growing up with a brother or sister, you know. Growing up with a live in best friend can not be replaced by any part-time residence. Sad to say, there's a lot of adults who are subjected to this reality. For those who weren't, rejoining, rejoicing, or even arguing, can transport you to the days of yesteryear. When bruises were expected, a few stitches said "you were cool", a broken arm meant nothing, and the worst thing that can happen is the emergency room. All, in the privacy of your own home. You couldn't imagine life without each other and you didn't.
Daddy and Tio were like two long lost friends. They talked, they laughed. They even shed some tears when they spoke of Granma. "WE love you granma!!" Half way through the visit, there was some aggression exchanged, but they hugged afterward. They hug a lot. Will we hug a lot? Will we argue that way? Daddy says, knowing full heartedly we do "Imagine when you girls grow up. That's when you know your truly family, when you can hug after any quarrel. When you would love for them to leave and hate to see them go. When, no matter how much hatred or distrust you have for a family member, it all seems to disappear when they're in trouble.". Is that the same as when, Daddy always tells us the reason we fight is because we love each other?
So, Tio left and Daddy's all alone again. Tio didn't want to go, he said he'll be back soon. We love him so much, not because we finally had our ears pierced, because of him. Even though, that was a memory not easily forgotten. Thank you Tio Ben, but why do you have to go? Daddy said, Tio Ben has to go back to Brooklyn, he has responsibilities to take care of, he has his own life over there. It was nice to see him though. Alyssia was very attached to Tio Ben. She loves her family and so do I. We love you Tio Ben!! We had a great time!! We will remember you forever. The memories we have of you will be cherished always. We miss you already, Tio Ben. We hope to see you again!!
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