u/La_Ll0r0naa

I have a weird grainy memory of when I was a little kid. I was with my foster siblings and we were in a motel somewhere, our foster parents were somewhere else and left us in the motel alone. My brother was sitting on the bed next to me and my sister was sitting on the other bed. We were playing with little magnetic toys switching the tv between El chavo del ocho and dora the explorer. Something felt off then and something feels off about it now but I just can’t place my finger on it.

I was in my old house with my hermanita and mi mama. My mama was pregnant in her third trimester and she was not feeling well and she felt like something was wrong. I have training for medical emergencies and I was like “yeah, this is an emergency, you need to go to the hospital”. She couldn’t drive, I didn’t have a car and couldn’t go for some reason and so I asked my hermanita to drive her. She was 17 and had her license and could have driven but she was playing Mario Cart on her switch and said she didn’t want to drive. Mi mama Decided she’d just walk to the hospital and I was really worried about her because it was late at night and the hospital was a couple miles away and a pregnant woman with possible complications with her pregnancy walking alone in the dark for several miles in a bad part of town was not good. I was like frozen in place and I wanted to chase after my mama but I couldn’t move. I told my hermanita to go find her and to drive her but she ignored me, sat on the couch and kept playing her game. I yelled at her and called her a puta, I felt bad and so I tried to apologize but she wouldn’t talk to me. My mama had decided to come back home and this is where the scene ends.

The scene shifted and this time my hermanita and mi amá were sitting at a table in the living room in the double wide that I have been dreaming of moving to. We were eating lunch and everything was different. Amá actually seemed happy for once and so was my hermanita, it was as if I had never called my hermanita a puta and amá had never been pregnant with complications. I have a good relationship with my mama but we don’t have too many good memories together, she’s usually always quiet and sad and she never smiles. She is very compassionate and is always there for me and is protective of me though. My hermanita always has an attitude and is always angry for some reason. It was weird but nice and I’m gonna remember the second part forever.