[FONT="]I took my first breath on Wednesday January 18th, 1989. I was the gift to Wanda and Wilfredo, her first child and his one of many. I was joined by younger brother on august 20th 1990 named Bryan. While many siblings our age declared lifelong rivalry, my brother and I instead had a strong bond at an early age. We never really fought or argued over toys like most kinds would at that age. My brother and I were raised Catholic but I use the term 'raised' loosely because my parents never enforced the beliefs on to us. All they taught us to do was pray every night before bed and to be thankful for what we had. We all lived in Carolina, Puerto Rico on a two story house. The top house was built by my father and grandfather using their bare hands, the bottom house belonged to my grandparents but my aunt and her three kids lived down with G-parents as well. Having three cousins close to our age made it a blast for me and my brother because we always had people other than ourselves to play with. Life was good from what I remember, but like everything else in this life it came to an end. My father at the time worked for my grandpa at his liquor store, this job meant that he would have to work nights on a pretty bad neighborhood. The fact that my mother would work all day and my father all night, started to create friction in their relationship. Wilfredo's alcohol problems as well as his anger problems got the best of him when he decided to start beating my mom. The memories of it have been burned into my brain ever since, but I guess what hurts the most to this day is the fact that I couldn't do anything to help her. The date and time will never be known but I remember his attention was turned to me for some reason and now I was getting beat at random just like my mother. It all stopped when one day he just wasn't there any more, he had disappeared and was in my life no longer. I really missed my good for nothing dad for some reason. Him leaving made me defend him, by that I mean when someone would talk badly about my dad I would step in and defend his name against anything. I carried his picture everywhere I went and sometimes cried when I looked at it. Wanda had enough I guess, and one day she packed me and Bryan into her car and drove off to some apartment complex I have never been to. We arrived at the place and she got off the car, my memory fades into darkness but comes back with my father, my mother and my father love affair all standing outside my mom's car talking, but I could not hear them. I remember pulling out my pop's picture and looking at it and looking at him from inside the car thinking "wow he is really here" This thought however was shot to hell when suddenly my mother lunged at my dad's new lover. They both locked themselves up into a fist fight that even my dad couldn't get in between. Bryan's cry snapped back into reality as I tried to come into terms with what was happening, so the only thing that came to mind was to join my brother in crying. That section of my life is called "Uncertain Memories"[/FONT]
[FONT="]The days were never the same as Wanda now had to take care of two kids as her husband fled to Florida with his new woman and daughter... that's right I now had a half sister named Valerie. Apparently my father had been a little busy behind Wanda's back and now had a daughter as proof of this wrong doing. She was born in February 1990 so you do the math and see how close her and Bryan are in age and then the truth of my dad's infidelity will show itself. Not long after finding out about a sister I had, another surprise jump at me. My role model of a father had been very busy indeed and the proof was two more half brother both from different women. I'm not Einstein or anything but that's four women and six kids all in a matter of maybe one year and a half..very busy indeed. My mother struggled at her job but things were good, I mean it was perfect just me, her and my brother was all I needed. All three of use spend so much time together in our home that soon our house became our universe and me personally didn't know anything but my house and the people in it. I guess my dad's departure acted like a glue that held our now three people family together. My held it together and tried to be strong for my brother and I, but even the strongest of people break once in awhile. This happened one normal day, when we arrived home from a long day of fun at a little theme park we had just visited. About five minutes before leaving the park I complained of a huge nasty migraine that suddenly came over me. The whole ride home I cried and cried in pain as this headache made me like I was dying. We arrived home and she game some medicine, sat on the couch turned on the TV and layed my head on her lap. I asked her to rub my head and not to stop rubbing till I was asleep. Call it a vision or a vivid dream but I awoke the next morning and told my mother that I thought grandpa was dead. She asked why would I say such a thing and I simply replied 'I dreamed it ma'...that same day we found out my grandfather was murdered. This was the day I saw the strongest person in the world break. From that day on my grandma was never the same happy person she once was, instead now she seemed like something was missing..the love of her life was viciously taken by guy who couldn't handle a slap in the face. Some days later the funeral was held ha-ha looked more like a damn kiss concert, so many people showed up. My grandma was nowhere to be found though, I guess the pain of seeing her long time husband was too much for her to bare..so she didn't show. Some time went by after the tragedy and Wanda started to date but only brought the guy inside the house if he was good enough to meet my brother and I. She went through a couple dates before finding a guy she liked and brought home, His name was Hector Santiago. That section of my life is called "Let the truth be told Freddy"[/FONT]
[FONT="]Mr. Santiago was a good fellow and an even better one on paper. He worked as a cop and was also high ranked in the army, a fucking poster child for uncle Sam wants you he was. I didn't like him at first as he was very tall and muscular, he scared the shit out of me to be honest. But to my surprise he had a very kind voice and was very nice. He seemed to love my mother a lot and me and Bryan liked him so Hector started coming around a little more often. I was happy because my mother was happy, and to be honest I felt like I had a good father figure around now to look up to. Things I saw on TV that families did now we did as well, things like going to the beach and the movies together, getting ice cream, and just spending good times which each other. My brother and I really liked him and even decided that after some had passed we would start calling him dad. This was a little easier for my brother since he was very young when my absentee father became absent, took me a couple times before I could actually call this new man dad but in time it happened. Everything was going excellent and life seemed to make more sense now as I got older. The painful memory of my father was still imprinted in my brain and the fact that he had fucked me over a couple years before didn't help. He was suppose to take me to the fair but never showed up after I waited for him for hours and hours wearing my Sunday's best..the bastard didn't even have the decency to call me to cancel. Hector was an improvement over my father but part of that is contributed by the fact that when my father left I was very young, in reality I didn't really know him, but hey! anything is better than a guy who beats your mother. Hector was happy with his new title, so I guess him and my mom decided to let Bryan and I into a little secret. They informed us that Mr. Santiago had two sons close to our age and that they wanted to introduce us to them. I about shit a brick as this flashback slapped me in the face, I couldn't imagine adding another two brothers to the mix of siblings I already had. We met them regardless of what I thought and to my surprise they were very cool kids my brother and I had no problem getting along with them. But there was something wrong, my mother being the person she was didn't like the fact Hector had a women in his past that was still in his present if you know what I mean. I could sense the tension this caused between them but didn't think much of it and in time I stopped noticing it. Some time passed not sure how long exactly, but it wasn't too long till Wanda informed Bryan and I that she was pregnant. That section of my life is known as "Se`nor Santiago"[/FONT]
[FONT="]I could barely hold in the exciment as she told me me and Bryan would be soon joined by a baby boy. me being older than Bryan by a year and some months gave me the disadvantage of not being able to experience having a baby brother that was aware of. This was my chance to experience that, and not only would I be experiencing it but Bryan would be too. Hector was happy too and was glad to finally start a little family within our family. The news of the pregnancy traveled around the family fairly quickly and everyone was happy for my mom and Hector. As the weeks and months flew by Wanda's belly started to grow and eventually Bryan and I asked the question every man asks.."were do baby's come from?" hahaha. she explained to us very discreetly the process of making a child. After the five minute crash course on sex ed my brother and I were left 20 times more confused than before but accepted the information anyways and moved on. Life got put on fast forward and soon Wanda was at the hospital giving birth. Bryan and I didn't get to attend this trip to the hospital to witness the messy procedure known as giving birth. Instead we stayed with our grandmother. The exciment of having this new addition kept me up all night as I waited for them to return with this baby. He was born January 3rd 1998 but we were introduced on the 4th. I remember seeing him sleeping in his little crib..he was so little and innocent 'so this is what is like to be a baby' I remember thinking to myself. Wanda decided to name him Hector William Santiago, She decided on William as a middle name to honor my grandfather. The next couple days were a blur as me and Bryan didn't get as much attention cause of the new baby, this didn't bother me as I understood the situation. I remember waiting for time to pass thinking of the day little Hector can walk and actually play with Bryan and I. As I got a little older the concept that when things are good usually means the roller coaster is about to drop started to make sense. Life was going great but I couldn't help but think when something was going to come and fuck it all up. Well let me tell you first hand that this snuck up on me like a ninja. Hurricane George was named a tropical storm on September 15th 1998 and had trajectory heading for the island. Of course no one was worried about this storm after all it was only a tropical depression which usually meant a shit load of rain and maybe some 5mph wind if anything. Wanda took no chances had our roof which consisted on this sheet metal type material bolt down and secured with these thick metal wires, enough to get us through if anything happened. As the days passed and we stayed glued to news everyone started to worry when the storm turned into a Category 4 monster that was headed our way. The storm weakened and on the 21st it hit Puerto Rico as a category 3 hurricane. This section of my life is known as "Hurricane Hector?"[/FONT]
[FONT="]Our roof was ripped off the house like paper as my mother ran to the house down stairs with hector in her arms. Brave woman ran like hell as the hurricane ripped house to shreds. Our personal belongings, toys, beds, clothes and anything that meant anything was taken from us in a matter of fucking hours by a force that no one can hold responsible for doing what it did. With the roof gone the top house flooded and everything my mother had ever worked hard for was gone. My grandmother had found a boyfriend awhile back and was living with him when this all happened so the bottom house soon became ours as the hurricane passed and left out original home in ruins. Adjusting to life with nothing was very hard at first, Wanda no longer had a job so money was very hard to come by. I remember Hector being absent for some of this time and till this day I'm not sure where he was during that time. wit the power now gone watching cartoons was out of the question and things like watching TV all day became activities of the past when the times were good. Food started to go bad around the neighborhood and had to be thrown out but since the island was in chaos cause of the mass power outage the trash people rarely came, which meant this food would a lot of the time rot in people's trash cans making the whole street smell like rotting meat. Some days I hated waking and getting whiff of the sour air that lingered. We all gave up a lot as the weeks and months dragged on after the hurricane. My brother and I were forced to grow up and live a life with the essentials of life only not the extras. Life slowly started to return to normal when the power returned some months later, and with the power Hector came back also. By now little Hector was getting big and my brother and I now had experience changing and feeding him as well as looking after him while my mother went across the street to catch up on her gossip with the neighbors. As Hector started to come around so did our lives, everything always seemed easy when he was around, I guess it was me missing my father and now having someone to count on that made me feel that way but who knows. I remember Christmas and hector's birthday were nearby cause my mother took me and Bryan to Kmart and told us to pick something out for Christmas as our present. Due to the lack of money she couldn't afford the legos present we both picked so she put it on layaway even though the holidays were still about a month away. In the coming weeks she slowly gathered Hector's birthday stuff..Whiney the pooh theme for his First bday. This section of my life is known as "Adjusting to life"[/FONT]
[FONT="]It had been a long time since Hector and my mom had gone out on date since they had little hector, so they decided to take a weekend and getaway for three days. Christmas was not here yet so this was about a few days after she put our legos on layaway. The night finally came when they were going on their little date, Hector arrived at the house at about 5pm. There was something weird about him though, he was usually upbeat and very charismatic but that day he just came over and layed down on the couch and fell asleep. 'must have a headache' I thought to myself and didn't think much of it. Bryan was acting weird too he wouldn't stop crying for some reason and was telling my mom not go. She smiled and told him that her and hector needed to have some alone time to have fun and that they never go on dates. I agreed with her and told my brother that it was going to be ok and to think all the fun we would have a grandma's house. The crying stopped and my mother finished getting ready and packing. Hector and her planned to leave for the weekend and drive inland to see the beauty of the island as well as to go out dancing and such. Hector and her drove us to my grandmas new house, Hector turned around from the driver seat before me and Bryan could get off and said his goodbyes and we said ours. My mom walked us both to my grandmas door and gave us both a kiss and hug and said 'I will be back soon to get pick you guys up I love you both' we waved and went inside my grandma's house. This was a Saturday night. Bryan and I soon forgot we missed our mom as we stayed up all night playing N64 with my grandmas new boyfriend. We always had fun when we came to grandmas new house, this wasn't the first time either we loved to come visit her. We woke up on Sunday again to another day of fun and another day we forgot we missed our mothers. As night time started to fall we waited for Wanda to show up to pick us up. The hours passed and passed till it was almost midnight and I was still awake waiting, Bryan had already snoozed off. At about 12:30 I got a ridiculously painful headache, my grandma acknowledged the pain and gave some medicine as well as a cloth dipped in this rubbing alcohol type liquid and placed on my head. She looked at me and said 'your mom will be here anytime now so try to get some sleep and I'll wake you up when she gets here, remember you have to go to school tomorrow' She gave me a kiss on the forehead and went into her room. The next morning my brother and I got up and still no Wanda anywhere, we shrugged it off and immediately got excited cause we missed school. Grandma made a kickass breakfast that morning, as me and Bryan eat in the living room as we watched TV I noticed my grandma stepped outside. I slowly eat my food and I stared at Bryan and said 'I think something is wrong' he looked at me. 'I think mom is dead Bryan' he got mad and told me never to say anything like that again. A moment later my grandma came in the house crying hysterically being held by some other lady I had seen once before. we were still eating when I asked the lady what was the matter with grandma, in which she replied 'oh she forgot to take her pill' then suddenly a lot of people were over at my grandma's but they were all outside. I started to get that sinking feeling you get in your stomach when something is wrong. Then my uncle, godmother, grandmother and a couple other people walked into the living room. They all looked serious and had a grim look on their faces...but I already knew. My uncle sat me on his lap and said 'well I have something very serious to tell you guys' I looked at him and said 'mom is dead right?' he looked sat me confused and nodded in agreement, Bryan started to cry very hard. 'how did you know that' asked my uncle. and I told him the same thing I told my mother once 'I dreamed it' at that point everyone but me start to cry in unison. For some reason I didn't cry I didn't know what to feel, and in a way I was all ready prepared for it since I knew it happened what I didn't know was how. Someone turned on the news and there she was..being dragged out some woods like an animal. Hector Santiago beat her then shot her 7-9 times in the stomach...he targeted my mother's stomach because she was pregnant with another son. 7-9 shot..she begged for her life and he still went through with it. After the deed was done he dumped her body on some woods like road kill and went back to the hotel. He showered and went to sleep, the next morning he called the cops and turned himself in. that was the morning I saw the news, that was the last time I saw my mother.
this section of my life is known as "The date that should of never happened"[/FONT]
Edited by Jheankhrist, 18 March 2010 - 10:57 PM.