Thursday, July 7, 2011

Baby Boy


It amazes me that about year ago Juan Pedro was the man of my dreams.  How could this be the man I have waited my whole life for?  I try and force myself to see the good in him but it is nearly impossible to see why I was ever in love with this violent creature. How could I have fallen in love with a man who did not have a touch of romance in his blood when that alone is what I live for?  It is not like he is the handsome suave type that swept me off my feet.  He is rude, short and has a belly.  He is demanding, and makes caring for my father and brothers seem like a cakewalk.  He is my provider and I suppose I should be grateful that he earns money for food and shelter. 

On a positive note, my son, beautiful Juan Pedrito is healthy and happy.  Juan Pedro does not show much affection towards him.  He leaves the house often to get away from the constant cries.  He acts as though I should have the magic maternal touch to calm him.  He is three months old now and has a huge smile that reminds me of my fathers.  Chela, I miss home.  You, my family, and the feeling of safety and love.  My feelings of unconditional love for Juan Pedrito are all that keep me going…

Love,
Cleofílas

Juan Pedrito