Fairytales are often stereotypes with knights saving the damsels from a dragon or an genie in a bottle that grants a wish, sometimes I wish there was a fairy tale in real life, well... My family does,

My mother and father travelled from borders to borders to the land of freedom to find peace and happiness, like fairytale they said,

"It was dark night when the borders are shut and the cover of the night shielded us from the lights that carried there murderous intent"

My father always cried when his mother-in-law was too tired and have to be left behind and bellowed with starred eyes as they hug.

"I am not dead " my abuela said.

"I remember the colds night that kept us awake knowing that the future is bleak and the food in nought".

-"I can still hear her in my closed eyes saying her throws that night", my father continues his cries with flowing tears and grasp hands to his chest like a man idolizing his hero with reverence.

Slap!!!

A flying chanclas slap into my father's head

Fool!! --

-Ain't dead since Escobar was hailed!!, and ain't dead from crossing those borders and still ain't dead yet not to slap those foolish thoughts out of your head,

"Why can't you just go away old bags and-"

"And what??!!, leave my daughter to your foxy hands ??!!, be thankful I had not yet feed me chanclas in your mouth or left you for dead while travelling, be thankful my daughter is kind or I have feed you when the hyaenas came,"

"Kassaanndraaaaa!!! Mama is at it again!"

,from my father shouts and my mother came out of the kitchen.

Máaga leave Julio alone you know he is weak and should be cared for,

Heh! this fool of a child !!!, I told you to not marry him because he have a characteristics of a chupachabra his vileness will flow in the family infecting foolishness in his grasp, abuela said.

Máaa you know I love him still and his making an effort to support us...

I Got a Mexican blood in my veins but I doubt it because my father has blue eyes but looks like a Mexican minus the wavy hair my father always says that a Mexican hair can bounce back to a curly hair when the hair is not dried properly it became somewhat a joke between me and my siblings to cover our hair hair before sleeping because it kept the moisture and in the morning large lambs of hair are spread in the beds it was somewhat a magical aspect at least something is in reality,and my mother has light skin and normal brunette hair tied in a house wife style wearing an apron with flower accents of yellow and gold on a green bed of leaves and grass in the apron, and how in the Gods green earth they give birth to me!??, green eyes light skinned and straight hair, it's like mix and match of characteristics and somehow I land on a diverse punnet square of local characteristics, of course the green eyes was a shocker to my family the doctor said that my mother possessed a gene the makes the eyes blue so I have a higher chance of having a mutation well abuela said that his father has blue eyes so maybe that's it. Just an accident or a blessing in my case because I'm treated with "rights" as some of my siblings have face bullying in the past but I doubt it because once upon a time I saw my sister beating up other 8 year olds in the park and taking there Candys still fun days because she gave me some of it and we stay by the swing until our parents pick us up.

I'm somehow living well in my area as the people here always carry there flags in the trucks and red white and blue stars with crosses, they sure do love having those flags,cause I see them in the stadium, in the bill board, the pail, they sold on a super market and even the sky, they float those blinks during the games of football it makes me doubt if I still lived in the country of liberty and freedom or rather flags galores, still we are somewhat known in the "neighborhood", while the streets has a large expanse of two road and sidewalk between each side the house are like island apart with large land in between,

our closes neighbour are the Lee's they are immigrants they have a Chinese name but somehow look like someone from my parents home country, mother said that they are Filipino rather than Chinese, it makes me wonder what sort of history does the Philippines have that they have such a rich and diverse culture, where they can have an English first name a Spanish nickname and a Chinese last name, truly an mysterious race of individuals,

Hi KC!! Ready for school ? They said that today's is the day for group distribution in the class so we have to be early ??

That's my friend , "Melanie Marie Joan Anna Lee"

She is somewhat bullied, pray tell? because of her long name of course, still not the worse compared to her brother "John Jonathan Javier Josefa Lee"

I just call her "Mel " and his brother "Jello" lately he is known for his musical talents in bands and talent shows so the bullying was lessened but enough of my ramblings I think I forgot to talk my thoughts.

"Yeah sorry Mel and yes we should head down now school closes at 8 A.M and staying here is a lose- lose situation in my vocabulary."

"Heh!! and look at this fellow finding ways to kill me off so that he can have you for himself"

I could still hear my abuela still grinding on my father inside the house,"Ohh and mihaa come take some of this for your recess"

Thanks abuela il make sure to eat it, I don't know what's inside hopefully they learn from the last couple of years giving me a hometown dish for recess is always a disaster, I'm just praying it's a sandwich this time.

We should go my "Kuya" has his car for a ride to get to his gig we should just drop by the school on the way. Rushed by Mel with her actions of hurried fingers.

Hopefully this week start peacefully...