Eyes..?*

Yesterday I saw someone's eyes and realized I didn't like that person.. There was something about the look of that person's eyes that made me feel this dislike against them. Now I sit here and realize that your smile is not the only one who hides secrets.. Have you ever wondered; how many deep secrets lie behind a pair of eyes..

LA MUERTE DE UN SER QUERIDO

La muerte de un ser querido... duele demasiado

Lo se por que he pasado por eso, no una, sino dos veces..

El 17 d noviembre del 2004 se fue mi abuelita bella..

el solo recordarlo me causa lagrimas..

Yo tenia 14 años.. pronto cumpliria mis 15..

Yo recien habia llegado a la casa, y sono el timbre... y cuando vi por la pantalla a mi papá..

no tuve que preguntar nada..

ya sabia que habia pasado..

mi abuelita nos habia dejado fisicamente..

simplemente lo abraze y llore..

aunque sabia que era verdad.. no lo quiera aceptar..

llame al trabajo de mi mami, y no podia ni decirlo, el tan solo hecho de que me escucho llorando mi mami ya sabia que habia pasado..

al dia siguiente.. el 18 d noviembre, salimos en el primer vuelo rumbo a El Salvador con mis dos tio y mi papá.. fue el vuelo mas largo de mi vida..

al llegar a ilopango, no queria entrar a la casa.. no sabia si iba a poder soportar el dolor de verla ahi.. dormidita.. de blanco.. ='[

al dia siguiente, 19 d noviembre, un mes antes de cumplir mis quince..

le estaba diciendo adios a mi abuelita bella =[

ya pronto se cumplira un año mas sin ella..

TE QUIERO MUCHO ABUELITA Y NUNK TE OLVIDARE...

AYER DIOSITO RECIBIO OTRO ANGEL PARA QUE ESTE A SU LADO..

EL ABUELITO D UN PERSONA A QUIEN QUIERO MUCHO.. MARCELO,

EL AHORA EL ESTA EN UN LUGAR MUCHISIMO MEJOR, Y XPRE ESTARA EN TU CORAZON Y TE CUIDARA..

Q DESCANSE EN PAZ. [09.22.08]

Feb 11, 1996

This story goes back when I was just six years old.

I don't know how I still remember this like it was yesterday.. But I
do..

I suddenly woke up in the morning and heard my uncle Gustavo asking my
aunt Claribel if she wanted a ride, she said no thanks, that she was
only going to return a magazine to a friend and left. The whole day went
by and no one knew anything about my aunt. She never came back.

On Monday, i had just been picked up by my mom from my other aunts house
and I was home watching tv. The phone rang and like usual I picked it
up, it was the police, they asked for my mom, told her not leave the
apartment, that they were on their way and had to speak to a family
member of Claribel. We waited. My other aunt and uncle came to my
apartment, and soon my dad was there also. The door bell rang, it was
the officers, they came in asked a few questions and then asked for a
picture of my aunt Claribel. My dad showed them one where we were all
together, they saw it and said they had found a body who appeared to be
my aunt's.. I couldn't believe what they were saying.. my aunt Claribel
couldn't be dead! It wasn't possible... and to think that just two days
before I was with her and my little cousin.. This just wasn't right. She
was only 26 years old.

My dad and uncle went to identify her body. It was her. She had been
strangled with a phone cord and they had tied her hands, she was thrown
out of a two door red car somewhere in Brooklyn. We never found out who
murdered her. Whoever they were, if they're not paying yet, they
eventually will pay for everything they did to my aunt and all the tears
they made every single one of us drop.

I miss you so much tia. ='(
I love you.

[I just had to let this all out]

P.S:we moved a few days later, because we didn't feel safe.. to make
everything worse, I don't know how they got our new number but on moving
day, I was home alone with my mom, waiting for my dad and the phone
rang, again, I picked it up, it was some woman and all she said was, "I
know who killed your aunt" how the fuck did they know who answered the
phone?! I'm almost sure whoever did this knew us all very well.