First post...MINE!!!

This story breaks the rules a little bit but I think it’s a great way to start this blog. My mom recently got a lot of money from when she sold our childhood home so she took our Tia out to go buy her a new chair for her living room. My mom told me that our aunt did a lot to help her when my family first came to America and she wanted to pay her back. She’s being doing that a lot lately but, anyways, on the way back from the store, we stopped at the food store, like we do every Saturday, and I think it my Tia who brought it up first.

“Do you know your sister was born with her eyes wide open?”

I had to look up from my smart phone because I was in shock how this came out of the blue and this was way more interesting than what was going on at my FaceBook page. I looked at my mom because I was confused.

“Yeah, she was born with her eyes wide open.”

In the back of my mind, I knew this was true. We had our newborn pictures proudly displayed in my parent’s room while I was growing up and, in fact, they’re still proudly displayed in my mom’s new room. My eyes are shut and I look borderline comatose but my sister’s eyes are wide open. I never thought of it until my Tia and my mom started talking about it in the grocery store.

“I never seen a baby born with her eyes open like that,” my Tia continued to tell me, “She looked like a demon.”

I not exactly sure the word she used was “demon.” Portuguese is not exactly my first language. Well, it was but my skills in it have gone way downhill since the 1st grade. She could’ve been calling my sister a “diamond” but, for some reason, I’m pretty sure she wasn’t.

Of course, my mom came to my sister’s defense because she always does when my sister isn’t around. She said how my sister was “muito pronto” to be born, as if she could not wait to “para viver.” The she said something like my sister had a “febre” to be out in the world. I know that I translated it wrong in my head because fever isn’t the word that she meant to say but fever is a word that fits.

I come from a family of homebodies. There’s nothing wrong with that. I rather sit on the couch, reading a book while listening to the television than just about anything else. Sure, I get the urge to explore but that urging hits me rarely while in my sister it seems to be part of her natural being. She’s always the first one to strike out and go, go, go. It’s like she has a fever, a certain wanderlust to see the world with eyes wide open.

Then my mom sped away because my Tia shops too slowly for her tastes. I thought that was funny. For some reason, a certain saying of pots and kettles popped in head.