BreathE/BE/E: A SOLDIERS MAL-ADDICTION

America the beautiful

I remember living in San Francisco as kids. Living in my uncle Hugo’s basement which was next to the garage in where I entered through once as my father washed me away with the cold sprinkling water of the hose as it wet me all over for I had an accident in the school bus coming back from Paul Revere Elementary school where I attended with my nephew whom I lived with in the same house along with their parents and my uncles children whom at the time I was glad to know and have someone there my age to play with at times. Most weekends I remember spending time with all of them watching the San Francisco 49ers play and cheering with apple cider on thanksgiving as my uncle and aunt would cut the turkey and start serving us all. As I also remember going to balboa park some weekends and watching the people play soccer there as my parents and us sat on the bleachers just watching them play and my brother and I running around the park doing what we do best at that age and that’s laughing and running and enjoying life as kids and it felt great now that I go back to those days and it all comes back to me a piece at a time. School was hard in the beginning because the only language I spoke at 5years old was Spanish only and remember the times we’d go to LA to visit my uncle Alberto and all our cousins out that way especially the day my brother thought he spoke English saying that “Fresco” or juice was pronounced as freshco and we would laugh along side my mom. Man these days were beautiful and two kids growing up we could have asked for nothing better than this as time went by and a few years later my sister was conceived at the hospital in San Francisco and added another family member into out immediate family and could remember her in her warm pink blanket as she came home and now it was three of us kids and what a blessing this was as I get that nice loving and warm feeling in my heart just going back and thinking about these days and I can say Thank you Lord for welcoming us to America, land of the beautiful and brave.