This Is My Life ...

~~~I have no inkling if it was raining that night around 11:30 but to me, it rained that night, keeping the neighbors at bay. The rain bubbles, just like the tears that I poured in my lifetime.
~~~My life’s rainstorms of fluffy water descent into cycles. It has also drizzled aridly precipitating into an arid dessert.

~~~Yet, I have experienced bundles of joy and all that most of us have! My purpose is not to entertain you but if by chance; I merit this purpose, great.

~~~Bear with me because this is the only story I have to tell from the soul of my being.

~~~My birth was assisted by a midwife who put my mother on an ironing broad held up by the hammock that was used by my mother for sleeping purposes, it held the ironing broad angling it towards the floor. Beds were for the privilege back then and we were poor, this was in the year 1953, in Humacao, Puerto Rico.

~~~We lived on a farm speckle with hills and surrounded by small mountain ranges where we planted what we ate. We hunted some and raised chickens, pigs and had a cow. Sometimes when times were hard we sold the cow to make ends meet and then in prosperity we would buy another cattle.

~~~My mother had been struggling with labor pains since morning. I was born in a two-room house that was only a sleeping room and had one long hall connecting it to the kitchen. The house was raised a foot and a half over the dirt terrain held by wooden beams. This set up was due to the proximity of the stream that flowed about twenty feet away.

~~~When I took my first struggling breath on earth, they were busy digging a hole in the dirt underneath the house to bury my umbilical cord. If you were a girl, they buried your umbilical cord under the house as close to the center as possible or under a wooden broad in the center of the house so you would be a homely woman. This was to so that you would prospect as a housewife. I always wonder if this originated the idea of being a homemaker.

~~~Later on, when I was a teenager, my mother would remark that she thought my uncle who was the one who buried it, had thrown it into the stream. I had no binds with being home and did whatever it took to spend time away from the house.

~~~My father did not get to see me until I was about a month. He was station in Japan.
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