"This is your room, and this our new house"

My definition of family changed when i was 8 years old

The definition became "Papa" "Mama" "Brother" and "Me"

I did not have a kind of papa, neither "Two Mama's"

But i was happy with my new family

The first time i had my own room

Before, I was sleeping with my mom every time

The first time i could not sleep, well because i heard a baby crying every 2 hours (my brother 13 years ago)

Before, I could not sleep because my "Mamita" was always snoring (so maybe it was not the first time i could not sleep)

The first time i called my "Papa", "Papa" and it was really my "Papa"

Before, it was not my "papa" it was my "Papito"

The first time i could not pronounce my last name

Before, it was shorter

The first time i woke up and all i saw was buildings

Before, i woke up and saw my wall

(my house became from a little house in an poor little town, to a 22 floor apartment in the middle of the city of the one of the most expensive country)

The first time i could not understand what my "Papa" was trying to say

Before, i wished i could not understand what my "Papito" was saying because it was too scary

The first time i did not understand what my "Mama" was telling my "Papa"

Before, i understood everything because my "Mama" only talked in one language called Spanish

The first time i had no idea what Bugs Bunny was saying

Thank God i still understood what Tom and Jerry were doing

The first time i did not want snacks because they did not smell like snacks

everything smelled weird

Before, "Mama" had to make me stop eating lollipops

The first time i went to a restaurant and experienced i could choose ANYTHING from the menu

Before, there were no choices and my chef was my "Mamita"

The first time i shopping

Before, i went shopping for eggs and bread, sometimes coke

The first time i ride on car besides a Taxi

Before, walking or buses, sometimes taxi when "Mama" was in a good mood

The first time i was on air plane

Before, in my dreams sometimes

From a Latin country with full of music and dancing

in the morning we always danced as we cleaned (i still do)

to a Asian country with full of buildings and every one matching their clothe

(every one were wearing suites that is what my brain remembers)

"Mama, entonces esta es mi pieza?"

(so Mama is this my room?)

"Si mija"

(yes dear)

"Y esta es nuestra casa?"

(And this is our house?)

"Si mi amor)

(yes honey)

"Mama, Y cuando voy a ir a la escuela?"

(Mama, when am i going to school?")

"La semana que viene, vas a ir"

(Your going to start going next week)

"Mama, y mis amigos hablan espanol?"

(mama, and my friends speak spanish?)

"No mi amor, tienes que hablar en Japones"

(No dear, you are going to have to talk in Japanese)

"ah ya..."

(I see...)

"Pero yo no ce Japones"

(But i don't know Japanese)

"Yo ce"

(i know)

"...."

(....)

"If God is for us, who can ever be against us?" Romans 8:31

"Do you want a Father?"

"YES!"

"Do you want a little Brother?"

"YES!"

"Well you have it now honey".

(The conversation on a distance phone call from my mother in Miami)

This was how the journey of a completely new life began for me.

For 8 years i did not know what was to have a family.

What is a family?

For me, it meant, "Daddy", "Mommy", "the other little kid called sister or brother"

For 8 years i was living with my second mom "Mamita"which means "Grandma" and my kind of "Daddy" but not really , "Papito" which means "Grandpa".

And once in a while my "real" mom was included

because as along as my brain remembers

"Mama" was always working

My "mamita" was the kindest women i have ever met

She did not force me to eat vegetables or milk

She always gave me my favorite meat and rice with ketchup

Back then I thank her

Now? not really

My "Mama" was the most strict women i have ever met (back then i used to think that way, not anymore, well maybe some times)

She did force me to eat vegetables and milk

She never gave me just meat or rice with ketchup

Back then, i did not thank her

Now? I do

My "Papito" was the scariest man i have ever met (i still think he is the scariest man)

He did not cook, i'm not gonna complain if he gave me meat or vegetables

He loved milk, and he wanted the milk for himself. So i did not have a problem because he did not wanted me to drink his milk.

He talked really loud

that is why my "Mama" talks really loud

Back then, I though everyone needed to talk loud, It is not necessary to be thank full or not.

Now? I know it is not necessary to talk loud, therefore do not thank him for that.

Over all, i was happy. I was poor but happy.

Over all, i was chubby with all the meat and rice and ketchup, but i was happy.

Over all, I had two moms and one daddy that is why i was happy.

"Do you want a father"?

"yes!" (what do you mean?)

"Do you want a little brother"

"yes!" (you mean the other little kid called sister or brother to play with?)

Since this day, the definition of "Family" changed for me.

"Honor your father and mother. Then you will live along, full life like in the land the Lord your God has giving you" Exodus 20:12

It is always interesting and fun to go back to our memories.

Some how we have it in our minds, but not everything gets store in it.

That is why I am so proud that I actually never stopped writing my diary since I was 14 years old.

I am so great full that i actually get to go back to those note books and be able to remember who I was 7 years ago.

Sometimes we forget what was our dreams back then, and do not even realize that those dreams have actually came true.

Or even forget that you were praying for something so badly, but forgot to be thank full because you did not realize those prayers were heard.

I would love my self to remember who I was and who I am now by comparing this "History Books" of mine and share with those who would want to read it once a while.

This new "note book" (I'm referring to this blog)

will be about not only "Today" but "Yesterday (as in all the yesterdays that have passed)

And maybe some things of the "tomorrow".

And if you don't mind I would love to add the words of my great full, lovely Jesus because that is how a sentence should always be completed; with his whispers of blessings.

"Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning, for I am trusting you. Show me where to walk, for i give my self to you". Psalm 143:8