From then on, my daughters’ attitude changed completely, they were almost always in a bad mood and rebellious. They started to answer back with sass every time I scolded them, they rejected the food I was making for them and they also began to complain about everything. Their behavior towards my girlfriend became derogatory and disrespectful. Every time they misbehaved, they ran into their bedrooms and hid and if I followed them, my little naughty girl would get in the way and blocked me, by standing in the middle of the hallway.
The Final chapter of “The Girl In My Eyes” will be next week and now here is the chapter V, Enjoy It.
The following days were very quiet, the atmosphere in the house was full of joy all day with a big difference, since I took the picture from the attic and placed it in my room, she began to walk freely throughout the house regardless of whether it was day or night. When my daughters did their homework in the living room (sitting on the floor). She was also there by the side of the coffee table, watching as my daughters wrote or drew on their notebooks. When we gathered to share in what we call “Family Home Evening ” she sat on the smallest chair in a corner and smiled as she watched us talk and play.
(The Girl in My Eyes had four chapters, but because of the length, I decided to make it into six chapters. Today is not the end of the story. I hope you enjoy the fourth chapter.)
In my dreams it seemed as if I was floating in the dark. Without knowing exactly where I was, I began to move across until I reached an unknown path where my body was part of the wind that moved the leaves of the trees, the sensation was fascinating because I was floating, the floor covered with stones and suddenly she was holding my hand, her black eyes were wide and round, her white skin with tiny mouth with puckered lips, her nose puffed but perfectly aligned with the shape of her face and her hair a mix of brown and blonde.
As the days went by my daughters began to complain about hearing strange noises at night, trying to keep them from realizing what was happening I always had a logical answer for every strange event that happened. However, they objected to my answers even though we were comfortable at home, they knew that what was happening was not ordinary.
When I see you, I can’t never tell if I’m awake or asleep. There is a chill running through my body, and I get goosebumps as I see your reflection in the mirror. Although you are not physically by my side, you are the twinkle in my eyes that as photographs they reflect your face in my pupils. Since you came into my life…You became the twinkle in my eyes.
It is difficult for me to talk about my life, it is not as easy as some of my friends might think. They think that since I like to write it is simple for me to express the events that surround my life. However, that is not the case, for the first time I am going to write about the girl I’ve called “the girl in my eyes”. Who became my fourth daughter as she moved into our home after my divorce.
The dictionary has a great diversity of answers as meanings of the word magic, and most of them are related to hidden things of a dark nature contrary to natural laws. But after reading many stories and topics about it, I summarized the meaning of the word magic as the fascination caused by the enchanting nature of a thing that makes us forget reality through the ability to awaken feelings, with which we try to produce positive results in a situation. Through wisely manipulating the elements around us to enchant and produce the MAGIC OF LOVE.
In one of the songs that Alejandra Guzman sang, was the phrase: THE WORLD IS THE WAY IT IS! AND I CAN NOT CHANGE IT; to exemplify what her daughter would have to face when she arrived in this world. Or as a warning that: even if she wanted to bring her to live in a perfect world, she could not give it to her! This phrase belongs to a beautifully inspirational person. A phrase that Alejandra Guzmán has embodied in letters and melodies; to turn it into a beautiful song, which expresses feelings of a mother as she waits for her baby.
Making decisions about the education of children is like entering a labyrinth. One where you will always find yourself trapped in the middle of a crossroads of advice and experiences that others want to give you so that you do not make the same mistakes they committed when educating their children. Advice and experiences in which many times we forget everything that we ourselves lived by when we were teenagers and lacked responsibilities.
I wrote this some time ago. I am posting it again; because some people have asked me to. And, I want to add; that being a legal or illegal immigrant is often synonymous of rejection. If somebody were to ask me to write about it; I could only say that it is a very broad topic. That the laws have been written for the benefit of all the citizens of each country and that therefore we must respect and be governed by the laws of the country where we live. But it is not up to us to judge the legality or illegality of anyone, because everyone has their own reasons and own circumstances to decide where they want to live.
Last night, while I saw the sky covered in multi colored lights, my eyes filled with tears and my mind with reminders as I prayed to the God of the universe, that someday I may also celebrate my own liberty.