Storys In Storys

Part 1. Maria Luisa

It was the year of 1914, December 5, the day I was born. For my mother and father it was the happiest day of their lives.
"Isn't she beautiful Manuel..." My mother gleamed.
"She is," Father said great pride in his voice, "what should her name be?" "What about Maria Luisa!" Mother finally said after one hour of them going back and forth thinking of names. Before my father could take another drink of beer he yelled, "Oh my, what a perfect name!" Of coarse I was their first child meaning I was special, but don't be confused to think I was their only child. After me came six more girls, and two boys. It wasn't always great being oldest, partly because when one of them did something wrong it was also my fault. Good thing my mother was so gentle with us. But not my dad. Who was strict only with me and my sisters, saying things like, "Boys are no good stay away from them!" Man, I heard him say that whenever Aurora wanted to go out. I'm not gonna lie, Aurora was as beautiful as a sunset, With warm eyes and a cheek bone defined all by itself. all the men in town thought so too. Which was great because you get free stuff whenever you go somewhere with her. I mean me and my other sisters are also very pretty, but she was a looker. a lot of women in town were jealous of her, Although we were not, knowing that she a very nice person that was just so lovable. Enough about her though, me on the other hand was the opposite of her, personality wise, I was feisty, funny, adventurous, and most of all daring. My personality was exactly why I hated being oldest. if I was more, I don't know... I guess... Grown up. I think I would of liked being the oldest more. I'm not saying that it was the most horrible thing ever! Just saying that responsibility and me don't like each other. Well maybe I didn't like it... Being oldest did have its great moments as everything should, Like, telling the others what to do. "Okay people! everyone get to work!" I yelled across the street, "These leaves aren't gonna pick up themselves!" "But I'm tired Maria!" Sofia my baby sister whined. "I don't want to!" Her eyes watering. Man was she spoiled! since she was youngest of all of us she usually got away with everything! That was another thing I hated about being oldest, the fact that you get the least attention because your parents think that you should already be an adult or in other words mature. I'm so lucky my mom wouldn't think like that. She loved all of us the same, my dad was the one who said stuff like that. I knew he loved us, but he didn't really know how to show it I guess. Before I talk to much about my family, I want you to hear my story, I'll let them tell their own story, All having a meaningful twist to them I couldn't explain except for Themsleves, the very people who went through the past.
In this book you'll find parts that are in the eye of one of my siblings telling their own story, about the life they lived in Zacatecas, Mexico.