𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚊

𝒪𝓃𝑒

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In the womb we're surrounded by water. The only memories we have in there are peaceful; "If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water." Every now and then, soemtimes the only peace I get is through water...

To move with the fish, to swim with them. To frolic about with the dolphins, to be peaceful with the whales. Oh what a dream it would be to be, water.

To many people take the one very loyal thing they have in their life's , for granted. You drink water it prolongs you, you hit water it returns back to its form, you dry it out it goes into our atmosphere and sevrves a diffrent purpose. sixty percent of our body's are made up of water; and it is one hundred precent true that water is powerful.

We moved with the water on a ship where me and my family immigrated to London. Just me, my mom and dad. I was still in her belly, dancing in the water. My mother gave birth to me on the ship.

She pushed and pushed until I was not only one with water but, one with the world.

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𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘

"Push Fernanda push."

"Ahhhhhh" With one last push I came into this world possesing more love within my finger tips then some people had in their whole bodies.

"Oh my sweet girl." My dad tired to calm me down, my mother held his wrist."Oh but dear cries are a good thing, it means shes breathing."

"Honey, what should we name her?" My dad asked, mother looked long and hard and on that Friday night my mother said "Ella... Her name is Ella." Born into this world being "friday's child is loving and giving" and with much love to give, my parents reciprocated it.

My dad held my tiny hand, "Mi hermosa un poco chica."

Translation: "My beautiful little girl."

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𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

Friday's child was loving and giving, every pretty flower didn't go unpicked, every kiss didn't go to waste, and every "I love you" didn't go unsaid. She went to a first step to, "mamá" and "papá."

Soon the child would grow with much knowledge and wisdom. Playing the piano with such finesse, and struming the harp with grace. The child would go to school and learn English. She didn't make any freinds but she still tried. With the language barrier and not enough bravery, the child cried.

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Running back home to má and pá from school she asked "Porque pá , Porque má; Por que no pudeo hablar como ellos."

Translation: "Why dad, why mom; why can't I talk like them."

Her mother grabbed her and pulled her into the tightest hug. "Ay dios mio, bebé you have to learn." She finished hugging her and then brought her face to face with her. "You have to learn like mamá, and papá did before we came to London. Now, no more crying all we wanted was a better life for you, and your dad intends on doing that just for you."