Trying to become me and not others.
I've learned not to go by what others tell me to be happy. I need God and me to build a future with a peaceful mindset.
Let's start...
There was this five-year-old girl who lay on the window of the burgundy car. She has yet to see me. My name is Sylvester, and I am eleven years old. I can't stop looking at her absorbing the heat from the sun. But she was pure white that didn't get color like most do in this country, Puerto Rico. I wanted to be her friend, but some of myself knew she was too young to comprehend that I had an innocent crush on her.
The Tainos were hidden from everyone because of the whites and Spanish from Spain. I shook my head. I closed my shades and threw myself into bed. Why must I think of her? I only met eyes with her once when she was riding her tricycle. I was playing with my skateboard. I would fight myself to not cross the line and play with her when everyone knew I was engaged to marry at a young age. I was eleven, but I looked sixteen. My brother was the lucky one. He didn't need to marry Annabelle. Yes, I loved her, but not enough to marry her. Also, she was pregnant with someone else. Ever since I saw Crisyanis, I'd made the similarities between her and Annabelle. They could pass for twins. Except Annabelle was sixteen. There was something about Crisyanis that I needed to figure out so much.
