Things that come...

In this story it is You who is the main character.

The bell rings you run out of school like always. But this time you are running with your white Nike running shoes Mom just bought for you. We all know she is going to be so upset because the "new shoes" like she calls them, even though it has been one week since you first used them, are full of mud. "Oops", you think, "Nothing we can do". While waiting for Mom to pick you up you see John and you see Kelly as well and wave them good-bye. "Hey! What are you doing here?" You say to that tall handsome man. You notice something is wrong with the way his eyes are looking at you, the way he looks at you is never going to be the same. "Kiddo we need to talk." You start to wonder if everything is ok. "Sure Daddy, are you OK?" His eyes fill up with tears and you notice that he is not as strong as the time he lift you up on the family cottage and threw you into the lake.

The trees were green mixed up with yellow and orange. Dad was laughing so much to see that you were trying to grab the small fish with your net. Your bathing suit was bright red, you chose it yourself. Mom was smiling and preparing the BBQ. You ran with Mom gave her a kiss she picked you up and whispered, I love you. You giggled and ran back to Dad, he picked you up and threw you to the lake, you laughed and swam back to where Dad was.
"No kiddo, I'm not OK" A few drops fell from his weak eyes. You walked back home in a strong silence, you were not able to talk, though you did not know what was going on, you knew your life was about to change. When you got home your Grandmother was there, your uncle was there too. You ran upstairs to your parents room to ask Mom what was going on. You opened the door, you could smell her perfume, the one she usually wears. The light in the washroom was on. You ran towards the washroom opened the door... But nobody was there. You looked for her in the walk-in closet, but the only thing left of her was her perfume. Suddenly the door opens and you ask without looking, "Mom..." Dad interrupts you and says, "Kiddo, this is what we need to talk about." Your eyes filled up with tears your eyes were starting to get blurry and you didn't understand what was going on with your body it was shaking, and you couldn't make it stop. "Kiddo, Mommy had an accident. And she went to heaven." You feel your whole body numb, you fell to the floor unable to react.
The days pass, and you are unable to remember since everything happened so fast. Dark. Was all you could remember. People wearing sun glasses, skirts, shirts, and you couldn't wear your white Nike running shoes, you had to wear your dress black shoes. Your white Nike running shoes were still at home right were you left them full of mud. And Mom will never be there again to be upset about them being dirty.
What you do remember is when you were all gathered aroung the coffin at the cementery, the priest was speaking words you barely were listening to and flowers were thrown at the coffin. This was the worst feeling you are unable to understand. The coffin was being lowered to the ground. You looked around, your dad was not your dad anymore, you couldn't understand why he was crying. He seems even younger when he cries. You suddenly realized you have never seen him cry. The coffin started to go lower and lower until it was on the ground. A feeling you can't explain was inside you, it was suddenly ripped out of you. It was like if your soul has just being sucked out of you. You can't belive it's your Mom who is in the box, who will no longer, move, talk, smile, laugh, or whisper I love you. You move forward to stare at the coffin in which your Mom is in, dirt starts to cover the coffin. You start crying, it seems unstoppable, you soul is being broken apart by the separation you are just experiencing. You wish it was all a dream. But it strikes you, this is not a dream, the separation has been definite the coffin is totally covered, and you realize, this is the last time you'll be so close to your Mother.
Author's Note:
What I believe is that cremation would be better, it is less painfull, the separation is not as hard as when you see the coffin going down. I hope you enojoy my writtings and find that in all of them you learn something new. Thanks for reading, Nora Oooh and Comments are more than welcome!!

Lesson for all of us:

Lesson for all of us:

I’ve been working on a Call Centre. Well, it is fun sometimes let me tell you people do appreciate what you do (NOT!). Example:
“Hi thank you for calling….. my name is Nora, How can I help you today?” I answer. On the other line an upset customer. “Ha, you think you can help me? I’ve been for more than ten minutes on the fu***** line waiting for somebody to answer this stupid phone.” Well my shift starts at 11:00 AM, I know it is not that early but ooh well it’s 5:00 PM now, I’ve been talking to customers all day long, and you thought 10 minutes was a lot to wait? “I’m sorry about that Ma’am (I can barely hear the other person on the line), but I would be glad to help you today, what can I do for you?” Frustration keeps on growing on the other side. You know how when you are in a hurry and need to get money out of the drive thur bank machine and some stupid person in front of you parked like 10 meters away from the machine? They don’t know how to use it, Hmm it’s not even new technology why the hell aren’t you able to park properly, click on a few buttons, get your cash and drive away? Well its not only one car in front of you but there’s other 5 cars infront.. All with the same big brain. Well as your frustration grows with those people, that’s how it was growing with the customer on the other line.
Well, I’m doing my best to be polite, courteous, smiling even though nobody is looking and trying to solve the issue here. Well that doesn’t seem to matter. The customer on the line decides to scream, “Hey give me a break you know I only have two ears and two thousand customers to server and you are still determined to make me go deaf?” I wish I could say that one day, that would give me a big invitation to walk out the door… with no job.
“Yes Ma’am I would be glad to help you, we need to have the proof of purchase.” I couldn’t hear before, well now I hear a low pitch angry voice. “First of all, I am a Man, second of all it’s been more than a year since I bought that, why would I need my fu***** receipt?” Well first of all, because somebody asked you to when you did the purchase, second of all because somebody explained to you that it was necessary for any transaction and third of all because I’m fu***** telling you. HA HA HA that would be nice to say. Well, after feeling just a little embarrassed that I confused man with a woman, I apologized endlessly.
One way or another the issue is resolved because I was trying my best, even though my day hasn’t been good, because either I had a fight with somebody or because I’m just simply feeling that way. I’m still polite. People, whenever you call customer service even though you do not agree with the way they work, understand, we are all humans and deserve a little bit of respect. A little bit of your time with patience and lastly we deserve a nice day just like you expect to have your day after you hung up.
Have a nice day all of you! ☺

Back to Where I Came From

I'm not so sure why or how did everything happen. I'm back in Mexico now. It was a difficult choice. One of the best experiences I’ve had in my life was in Canada. I experienced so many things. For instance a growth of myself and I don’t mean physically. My view of life changed completely, on how life should or shouldn’t be lived. I was living with a family, in which my prime responsibility was two girls. (This two girls are not the ones from my other writings) Coming from Mexico, in which the only care I had to give, was to myself and I wasn’t responsible for anybody’s meal, homework, showers, school and many things, my sense of responsibility and patience grew, believe me. I faced many challenges in where you can’t quit and you can’t just give up. You have to face the challenge and smile and be proud that you are facing a challenge and be sure of yourself that you will be able to come over it. That’s what being in Canada showed me. These girls started being as my job, then slowly, emotion comes in the way. And when emotions are involved anywhere, situations change. I stopped being Nora the Nanny I started being Auntie Nori. What an amazing feeling. I can’t lie and tell you that every day was amazing, because there were some times in which I wanted to hold them by the neck and scream EAT YOUR BREAKFAST WE’RE GONNA BE LATE! Or the time in which the little one came to me and told me that I was like her mom, or the time that the older one came to me, hugged and cried because it would be the last hug before I had to say Good Bye.