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=**House on Wallace Street**= Since I can remember I have always lives in the house I am in now. We moved to our small house when I was one month old. Before that my mom lived in a single room in an apartment in Pomona street. I don’t remember that far but I am sure the room was pretty small. I have never experimented the excitement of moving. When I moved into the house on Wallace I was about one month old. My parents described the house to me. It was all dirty and ugly. There was dirt where there was supposed to be grass not there was flowers to water. When it rained we had a mud lawn both in the front and in the back of the house. The house looked like a pig in the mud. The house was crying, crying paint. Inside and out side the paint was falling out. It needed a new coat of paint. As the years went by, the house looked better as my parents fixed it. My dad bought green grass and replaced the dirt with grass. My mom planted flowers. As the seasons went by the seeds drank water and started growing. The flowers were all shorts of colors. The lawn looked like a candy shop with flowers of all different colors. The house had a new coat of paint. The inside of the house was nasty. There was no paint nor furniture. Since we moved from a single room in an apartment we had no furniture. We started to buy furniture. Within a year of being there I had a new baby brother. As the seasons went by we fixed the house little by little. Brothers and sisters started to fill up the house that was once empty. Yet I have never thought of moving. Spending al of my childhood here I am happy here after all it is not a house but my home.

=**Hairs**= People might say that in my family the women have the same hair and the men also have the same hair. That might be true but each of my family has one thing that is unique about our hair. All of the men in the family have short black hair. My brother Cesar who is one year younger than me has a hair cut often. His hair is short and black. It is like grass that gets moved often. Only when he gets lazy he doesn’t get a hair cut. My brother Edgar gets a hair cut every weekend. He is very picky about his hair. His hair has to be spiked up always. His hair is like a porky pine. When you touch his hair it feels like needles are going through your palm. My smallest brother David is the baby of the house. His hair is very short. He liked is almost bald. His hairs is soft and smells good. His hair is like a Kiwi, small hair by yet soft. My dads hairs is always messy. Since he works he has no time to do his hair. His hair is like a paint brush. Sort of long but at the same time short. black and thick hair. The ladies in my family have medium length, fine, black and wavy hair. My only sister Mayra has her hair always messy. Her hair is like a rose, soft and it smells goods. My moms hair is also wavy and is always styled. Her hair looks like a ocean. When my mom walks her hair moves, it looks like the ocean bring waves to the shore. My hair is also wavy but my hair is unique. My hair gets use to the style that it is in. My hair doesn’t like changes. I love my hair but sometimes I wish it was strait.

=**Boys and Girls**= My family is big and the age ranges from 2-40 years. There are some things that separates us. In my house the only thing all kids in the house have in common is the music. We all like Rap and Hip-Hop. The things that separate us is the age. We all vary in ages. I am 16 my brothers are 15,11, and 2, and my only sister is 9. I get along with all the members in my family and we usually don’t fight. When we fight as usually I take my sisters side. Men stick with men and women stick together. When we have family reunion witch is on Sundays all the teens get together and we do our own thing. The children go out and play and the grown ups just talk and talk. Sometimes the teens might acts like little children but hey that is what we do and we know how to have fun. I am use to all this so it is not weird to me at all.

=**My Name**= My name means dew drops. Dew drops are water droplets condensed from the air, usually at night, onto cool surfaces. They are moist, fresh, pure, renewing and small. My name comes from Italy. My is like the number 13, always lucky. I like how my name sounds when other people say it. My name bring happiness to anyone that is around me. What I like about my name is that it is not repeated like the names in my family. In my family there is no other family member that has my name. David, Mayra, Edgar, Cesar, Guadalupe and Felipe are all repeated names. My name is unique and I am a unique person. My name is cheerful. My name is like the sun shining down in a lawn full of flowers. Like a waterfall falling down in a river. When I hear my name I think about water. I was born in the month of the fish, pieces. My favorite color is the color of the sea, blue. Everything that has to do with my name eventually ends up to be water. I don’t complain about my name. In fact I love my name and I wouldn’t change it.

=**Friendships**= While I was growing up I had many influences in my life. Of course when we were growing up our influences where our fiends. Since I was small I use to play with my cousin. When I came home from school I went to my house to do my homework. Like around 4 I was done with my homework so I always use to go outside to play and fool around. They weren’t any girl my age at the time so I had to play with my cousin who was 4 years younger than me. That was the only girl that was closest to my age. I only had one guy cousin who was one year older than me so I always use play with him. We always had a good time using our roller skates and going to the park to fool around. Once we went to a park and there were lakes there. So me and him went to get a closer look. So when we got there we both fell into the water because we got to close. I wasn’t deep but we both got scared. He thought me how to face the world without fear. After that I started playing with his sister who was 4 years younger than me. We would always end up fighting and crying. After all I had fun fighting with her and making her cry and that is what kids do. Right?

The Pet Bird
Not everyone had a pet while they are growing up. My mom hated pets so we never really had a dog or a cat or even a rabbit to play with or anything. None of my family really needed a pet to play with. We had each other to play. That was until my little brother David came along. He is a smart little brother. He will tell you what he wants and when he wants it. In other words he is spoiled. My brother is different he told us that he wanted a bird to chase around the house. So since he is spoiled his wish got granted. He only got to keep the pet for a month because the bird flew away. My brother didn’t really look like his pet like most people do. The only thing that they had in common was that when they were released they were all over the house.

**Those Who Don’t**
Since I was small I have been living in the bad part of town. A couple of people have been shot where I live at. There is no surprise if there is graffiti in the walls. I am use to this day in and day out. I have always been to other parts that are bad in town. Every part of Westside Costa Mesa is a bad part of town. Of course there are the good streets in the Westside. There is nothing surprising if I see a gang out in the streets just hanging out there waiting for trouble. That is how it goes. When I go to the white part of town it is so weird. I feel like I don’t belong there. It’s not only me but there are other people to that feel the same way as I do. I prefer not to go there at all. When I do go its just for a quick thing. I am in and out in a short time.

Paty
Since she was 15 my aunt has been with me the whole time. We have been together ever since I can remember. My aunt was really young when she got here. She went to school the first 2 years but then she got over it so she dropped out. She told me that she didn’t have a boyfriend in Mexico and she wasn’t on planning to get one. She stayed over in my house on the weekends. In my house there were people already renting at my house. To her surprise they were about the same age. My aunt and my soon to be uncle didn’t plan on falling in love but I happened. Soon my aunt lived at my house with her secret boyfriend. When we are small we are very nosy and I was the nosy one in my family and in the relation ship. My aunt fell in love with my uncle. My parent didn’t like the relationship but they dealt with it. My uncle took my aunt l\to live somewhere else. Who would have thought my aunt found her prince charming.

=Her First Job= Everyone has to have a first job. Some do it for the money and other do it just to do something, to take their boredom off. Some just work because they like what they are doing. My aunt worked in a restaurant. She said that the place she worked at was a hot and steamy room. The room was filled with different smells. When my aunt started the job she was pretty young. She enjoyed her job because she got free leftovers. All she had to do was clean the room and make some food. When I was small I liked that she worked there because she us to give me free stickers, most of the time. After a couple of months my younger aunt started to work there too. Soon most of my family stated working there. Since my youngest aunt didn’t have a car she use to ride her bike 4 miles down to the next city. After that she meet her boyfriend and quit her job. Since then she hasn’t worked.

Spell
There use to be a lady that was in contacts with los Espiritus, or so they say. I was small so I don’t remember her name or how she looked like. She lived with my aunt who is also my neighbor. My mom told me about our ex neighbor because she put a spell on my aunt house. When the lady lived with my aunt she didn’t know about her powers. Then strange things started happening around the house. My aunt got scared and she told the lady to move to another house because she didn’t like the fact that she could talk to the dead and doing witchcraft. The lady got so mad that according to my aunt she put a spell on the house. My aunt says that in the night they could hear foot steps in the roof. After that the priest went to bless the house. Since then I don’t know if they still hear the footsteps. One thing is for sure the house was once haunted.

No Speak English
These are the first word that a Mexican first learns to say. My mom’s first words were those. My mom never cared if we watched English or Spanish channels. My dad knows how to speak English but not perfect. My mom is now learning and as all other people they don’t know very much in the beginning. My mom always tell us to help her and we do. She doesn’t care if we talk English or Spanish in the house. I talk to her sometimes in English and she understands me. All the family understands English and so does my little brother. Some day my mom will no how to speak English and they she wont have to say No Speak English.

Bums In the Streets
Since I was small I had this sensitivity for bums in the street. I can get emotional to see these people ask for a job or food to eat. I have always hated the streets in where I know bums are looking for a job and money to eat. My parents always ignore them when they are knocking in the window asking for money. I want to give them money but my parents of course lock the doors. One day I will have my own business and I will want to help put the bums in Costa Mesa and Santa Ana. Hopefully there will be no more sings saying, “I will work for food or for shelter.” I don’t want to read anymore of those signs. =A house of my house= I want a big house not a small house. I want my house to have three floors. I want a big pool in the back yard with a big back yard and a big front yard. The house will have many rooms. I will invite all my friends to the house. I am going to have all kinds if flowers in the front yard. I want the front gate to my initials or my husband’s last name. I want the inside of the house to have many rooms. In the main floor I want the living room and I want the kitchen and the dinning room.