I carry Strength. A constant saying I tell myself is "Everything is going to be okay, just have faith." This world is cruel and not a day goes by without some kind of obstacle waiting for you. You cant make it through life without being strong. Having strength is the key and thankfully that's something I feel I carry.
As a child I spent many summers at my abuelita's house playing under the shade of the fruit trees, taking in the warm air and sweet smell of citrus. The house was always full of laughter and wonderful conversation. As the grandchildren played outside, my abuelita, my mother and her sisters would work together in the kitchen, cutting up fruit from the fruit trees and making sweet melon juice.
One summer afternoon my abuelita asked me, "If you could pick one word to describe yourself, what would it be?" Earlier that morning I decided to brave the unknown and climb up the grand oak tree in the front yard. To no surprise, one wrong step and I toppled out of the tree and recieved my first deep wound on my right leg. To my rescue my mother ran to my aid, smiling from ear to ear, she had a bag of Marshmallows in her hand! My love she said, "Hurry! Eat a Mallow so your cut will stop hurting!" She nursed my wound and asked if I was okay. With a mouthful of mallows all the worries and pain had vanished and I smiled as my mother kissed my forehead, held me close and said, "OH what a strong girl you are." I ran inside to show off my battle scars to my abuelita and thats when she asked me. Strong is my mother not showing the fear in her eyes when she saw her daughter laying hurt underneath the tree, strong is my grandmother, having worked all her life to support her family. So I answered I am strong abuelita. She pushed the hair out of my eyes and said, that's right mija, thats right.
As a child I spent many summers at my abuelita's house playing under the shade of the fruit trees, taking in the warm air and sweet smell of citrus. The house was always full of laughter and wonderful conversation. As the grandchildren played outside, my abuelita, my mother and her sisters would work together in the kitchen, cutting up fruit from the fruit trees and making sweet melon juice.
One summer afternoon my abuelita asked me, "If you could pick one word to describe yourself, what would it be?" Earlier that morning I decided to brave the unknown and climb up the grand oak tree in the front yard. To no surprise, one wrong step and I toppled out of the tree and recieved my first deep wound on my right leg. To my rescue my mother ran to my aid, smiling from ear to ear, she had a bag of Marshmallows in her hand! My love she said, "Hurry! Eat a Mallow so your cut will stop hurting!" She nursed my wound and asked if I was okay. With a mouthful of mallows all the worries and pain had vanished and I smiled as my mother kissed my forehead, held me close and said, "OH what a strong girl you are." I ran inside to show off my battle scars to my abuelita and thats when she asked me. Strong is my mother not showing the fear in her eyes when she saw her daughter laying hurt underneath the tree, strong is my grandmother, having worked all her life to support her family. So I answered I am strong abuelita. She pushed the hair out of my eyes and said, that's right mija, thats right.
I really like your first little paragraph of your reflection, your sentence about the world being cruel. It is a truth people have to deal with and your moment in life example is amazing.
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