Metamorphosis ::Ch2, P2::

When they arrived at their house where we were at, they’d smiled all over their faces to see us—Vanessa and I—as my parents’ daughters from El Salvador. I met these Spanish, welcoming people—Marco, Julie, Debbie, Ashley, and Mark, and they were the people whose helped my family to stay home with them, find new home for a rent, discover a new school for Vanessa and I, and everything else.

Since Julie—a wife of Marco, a mother of three children and a friend of my mother—was having her reddish chocolate curly hair leave down on her shoulder, as I followed her to a strange building with my mother, Zulma.

There were not much to describe Julie in my memorize in the past. I could see her wearing in a nice clothes—pairs of black pants with her blouse over her body.

At least, when I looked up at Zulma and it made me stare at her light chocolate, curly hair in a blonde highlight in a sunshine. She was such a beautiful woman I ever had in my life.

She rescued my life from being dying. Obviously, my dad, Robinson, saved my existence in together. I still remember that they bought me to the hospital in an emergency. I was dying when I was only four days old baby whose had a high temperature all over my body. They were having a nightmare to be bothered about me. I wasn’t able to hear them. Just a completely silence. They didn’t understand. They were filing a bundle of nerves on the inside of their stomachs. Gladly, they took me there. I almost died on the way. My dad took me to a doctor to save my life from the death. After I was still alive, my doctor told my parents that I was deaf. They shed tears in a great flood. That’s how I was silently deaf.

My feet were hopping childishly while I was holding Zulma’s hand. I felt a heat toward me on my head. It was the sun smiling at me. It was likely for the sun to be eager for me. I didn’t realize why.

It was everything to me to worthy change my life.

In view of the fact that we entered the building—Smith Station Elementary School to fill out my information about myself, so I could go there in September 2000.

To be continued again...