MA'ALIYAH
"Why are you crying mija?"
I laid on my stomach shrugging. I didn't feel like talking I felt like crying my eyes out and I felt alone.
"You have to be crying for a reason?" my mamá continued while rubbing my back waiting for an answer .
" The kids were laughing at me because I play basketball " I mumbled as tears ran down my face
" They call me ugly and tell me that I should be a boy, they tell me girls can't play basketball and I suck and because I'm a Latina I can't play basketball " she sighed pulling me up onto her lap
" Listen mija " she ran her hand over my hair. " Those kids are just making fun of you because they can't play basketball , nosotros estupida " she said causing me to laugh
" Your not ugly and you know that so don't listen to those kids, you are my beautiful mija and your going to be a basketball star because you want to and you can be one, you can do whatever you put your mind too "
" Your partially black so you got some basketball in your veins " she joked again causing us to laugh. she kissed my forehead
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Random"It is said that time heals all wounds. I don't agree. The wounds remain. Time- The mind, protecting its sanity - covers them with some scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone." -Rose Kennedy
