P1+SVielma

Our family did not always live in the house we do now. Before we lived in a two bedroom apartment. There were six of us me, my mom, dad, brother, and two aunts. It was a really crowded place but at the same time our family was much closer. After that we moved to a house which is where we are now. We moved here because it was closer to schools and because my parents thought it was about time my brother and I got our own rooms. This place is now our home and we are much more comfortable. We do not have as many difficulties as we had before. Although it is more comfortable here I still believe that I was happier where we use to live because we all were together and there more kids and people to interact with. It had a warmer and friendlier feeling. Here in this house it is not as friendly but it is still our home and we are grateful for it. This house is a grey color like a rainy foggy day. It is full of flowers like a beautiful garden and the freshly cut grass is as green as our street sign. It has a brown door with a window clear as glass. There is a brick walkway leading up to the door. The leaves on the trees whistle as the wind blows. I know this is the end of our search because this house is our home.



Eyes
Everybody in our family has unique eyes. My father’s eyes are light brown. They have a tired worn out look because of all he has worked in his life. He is a strong person and his eyes are fierce. My brother’s eyes are dark brown. They are full of love and care. My eyes are a light shade of brown. They are intense and full of emotion. My mother’s eyes are beautiful and warm. They are very light brown. Her eyes are full of care, courage and unconditional love. She is a selfless woman and is always full of concern for her family. Her eyes are comforting and she always says something to make you feel better.
 * Eyes**

Boys and girls
In our family we are separated by gender. Sometimes I do feel like my mother favors the men in our family more so than she does her own daughter. I always have do my own chores, no exceptions. If my dad or my brother forget to do something it is okay because she will do it for them. I have no problems with my chores but sometimes she makes me do my brothers. She tells me that because I am a girl I have to cook and clean for him. I feel that since he is older I shouldn’t have to do these things for him. She always puts more pressure on me because she expects more from me. She always wants me to be girly and act like a lady but I cant because it’s not in my nature to be that way.

My name means helper and defender of mankind. It is a form of Alexander. It means laughter, it means sleep. It is like the number three, a deep blue color. It was my aunt's name and my parents gave it to me. My favorite year is 1962. May is my preferred month because it is my birthday, my mother's birthday and mother's day. The origin of my name is Greek.
 * My name**

On a Good Day
When i was younger I liked to have lots of friends. They were all very different and were all my friend for a different reason. Some because of what they had and some just for being themselves. We all at one point or another tried to offer each other’s friendship in exchange for something we wanted. We all bought things together. At then end of the day we were all just there to have fun and interact with each other. It was a time when no one said things to hurt someone else or choose a boyfriend or girlfriend over friends. It wasn’t a time when we fought or cried over relationships. It was a time of innocence and freedom. A time when we were all just there to play and run around. Times then were so much simpler. Those times where it was ok to offer things to get friendship in exchange. Now all that is gone because of the responsibility that grew as we got older. As we get older we will start to realize who are our real friends but as long as we’re young we can and will live in our fantasy world. We will pretend we are invincible. As a kid I always had lots of friends to play with outside or go places with and I never had to wonder why they were friends with me because I was young and didn’t have to think about things like that.

My brother and I are very similar in different ways. We both look alike because we have most of the same features. We have the just about the same taste in music with a few exceptions. Our sense of humor is the same and we both have that same laughter. We have always been able to get along very well. Our parents are very content that we turned out that way. We have been close since we were very young. We do lots of thing together and spend a lot of time with together. Although we have many similarities we can also have differences. We don’t have many but they are still there. We sometimes have a different opinion or point of view.
 * Laughter**

Those who don't
I guess every time when entering a new neighborhood there is some kind of prejudice feeling coming in. You don't know what to expect from the people coming in or the people who are already there. If the neighborhood looks poor or not up to a certain standard it's immediately thought of as dangerous and scary. When there is a neighborhood that has mostly one race it and another enters people are scared of what might happen. Here in our neighborhood there is all kinds of races so we usually don't have these kinds of problems though they do exsist.

"Marin"
Some girls wait for a man, some for an oppurtunity, and very few take the initiative to get themselves away from the place they have always been. Some promise themselves they will never depend on a man but sometimes they have no other option. There are girls in this neighborhood that think that life is easy and that they can get by on their looks. That wait for someone to chage their lives instead of changing it themselves. It is depressing to see so many girls settling for so little just because they think that they can't do it on their own.

**No Speak English**No Speak English
I once knew a lady who hated going out anywhere because of the way she spoke English. She hated going out in public because she couldn’t communicate properly with everyone. She wanted desperately to go to a place where she wouldn’t have to feel this way. She wanted to be in a place where she could speak her own language. She sometimes cried when she saw her children going out into the world learning this language she did not know. She felt like her children were slipping away and she wouldn’t be able to talk to them anymore.

A house of my own
I want to someday own a house. A house that only I can say what goes and what doesn’t. I want it to be a place where I can be myself and a place where all my possessions are. It doesn’t have to be big or fancy just a place that I can call my own.