Isabella's POV (Picture posted)
People have always asked me what was the best accomplishment of my life and my answer is always my daughter. When they ask how old she is everyone expects to hear 5 or 6 not almost 19. However I’m getting ahead of myself lets back track for a moment. My name is Isabella Dominguez. I’m first generation Hispanic-American. I was born to Andres and Rosalinda Dominguez, on August 25, 1985, in Honolulu, Hawaii.
My parents immigrated to the United States in 1980 at the ages of 22 and 19. They made their way to Hawaii in 1982. My father was carpenter, but also one of the best musicians I ever knew. He would spend hours in our garage hitting away at his drums. I remember sitting on his lap as a little girl trying to teach me, though no such luck I didn’t have the drive he did to learn the craft. I asked him once why he never played professionally. He said it was because I when I was born, those dreams went away. He wanted to be a father to his children and not just see me during the day or every other weekend. My mother was a maid/nanny. Everyday she would leave to work at 6:30 in morning and would return just in time to pick me up from school. She’s always been there for me and supported me. No matter what choices I made, even when I decided to have Alex. Mi pequeño cohete.(my little rocket) Before I talk about her I need to tell the story of how I met the Hernandez boys
*Flash back*
It was a sunny day and mother decided to take me to the park. I remember that day because I wore my favorite dress. It was a knee high and maroon (my favorite color), held up by a beaded necklace. We arrived at around noon. I ran over to the swings because they were always my favorite thing to play on. I loved the feeling of getting so high up that it felt like I was flying. I could have stayed them all afternoon, but I had to eat. My mom had packed some sandwiches and snacks, so we ate a near by picnic table. When I was finished I went back to playground and discovered another family had come. The family had two older teenagers that were hanging out under a tree a boy and girl (estimating ages of Bruno’s siblings), another girl who looked about 13, their mother was playing with two smaller girls both under the age of 4 and lastly there was boy my age. As I approached the Jungle gym the boy who was my age was hanging upside down with the dorkiest smile ever. “What’s your name?” he asked flipping right side up, but instead landed on the floor covering himself in wood chips a few getting caught it his hair. I giggled as he tired to remove them. “Let me help.” I removed the one’s stuck on the top of this head. “All done.” “Thank you.” He brushed his hand through his hair. “Hey Bruno. Who’s your new friend?” We look up and see the older boy sitting on of the jungle gym. “I’m Isabella.”
After that day Bruno and I, were inseparable. Even though he lived a block away from me that didn’t stop him from stopping by everyday that summer. Though he wasn’t alone it turns out his best friend Ryan happened to be my neighbor what a small world. We became so close that my mom nicknamed us the three musketeers. The adventures we had growing up from sneaking out to go see Michael Jackson in concert, to late night surf sessions at our secret cove. My favorite memory was in high school all three of us tried, but failed to bake a cake for someone’s wedding. Did I forget to mention it all took place at my house! The kitchen looked like a hurricane tore through and blew the flour everywhere. To this day my mom still reminds me never to bake anything.
While this was going on Bruno had found his calling. Everyday didn’t matter if it was between classes or calling me late at night. He was singing me one of his new songs he wrote. Some were so random like I think it was the popcorn and soda song, “OH I’m throwing this bag in the microwave, Hitting the dial till it strikes nine, while waiting I’m sipping on this can of coke.” The things he would think of in that crazy afro. Relationship wise with the two of us, nothing really happened I had always found him attractive don’t get me wrong what girl couldn’t resist those soft brown eyes and adorable dimples.
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