The love we take and give

Cap 2

Cap 2

I made my way down the street of my area. Kids enjoying their Friday, playing around the park. Some of them waved at me and others just smiled. Our community was tight, everyone knew each other and we took care of one another. My brother Jose's friends asked me if I could call him out to play. He wasn't always on his phone so it was understandable.

It was afternoon when I made my way home. I lived in East LA, meaning that it took me around 50 min to get to and from work. The district I lived in was very diverse. Many religions where practiced around here. People from different parts of the world living in harmony. In school we had a class where we learned of each. Everything from languages to culture. And respecting one and other. Sharing knowledge was a good thing, learning and accepting. 

I was near our house when a football came flying my way. I picked it up by using my foot and saw who the owner was. My old boyfriend Carlos, we dated for almost two years. But we ended it in a mutual way. He came running for it and I put it between my rib side and arm. "It's been a while since I have seen you Kat. How you doing?" He asked with a smile on his face. " Bien! Just fine, work is a little hectic but I manage. And you?" I reply with a genuine smile. " Photography is going well, I got one of my photos in a gallery" he said proudly. I smiled at him, if anyone deserved recognition it was Carlos.

Our conversations was ended by some kids yelling at us to give them the ball. I gave Carlos my backpack and went to the kids.
" Do you want to see a trick?" I asked the girls and boys that where playing football. They nodded their heads and yelled yes in response. I threw the ball up in the air and it landed on my forehead. I balanced it for a moment then I kicked it a couple of times before balancing it on my foot and kicking it between my two feet. I finally gave the ball too the nearest kid and I got a awe from the crowd and a smug look from Carlos. " Show off" he said and laughed. I laughed with him and took my backpack from him and said goodbye to them all. 

When I made it home my Abuela was nowhere to be found, I guessed she was outside or in our small garden. I called out and didn't get any response. I took my shoes off and put them to the side. I walked to the bathroom and washed my hands with soap. From there I made my way to my room but before that I saw his door opened. It should be closed, it was probably abuela wanting to clean his room. I went to close it but was distracted by the noise coming from Jose's room. I heard a muffled voice and when I opened the door I was my brother playing a video game and he wore his headphones on. He was so going to regret the decision of facing the door. I walked not so silently and scared him. He jumped out of his seat and started cursing at me. All I did was laugh until I remembered that his friends wanted him outside. I told him and he looked at his phone. He jerked up from his seating position and stared cursing at me and pushing me outside. I chuckled at his behavior.

I heard someone call my name in a distance. " Katarina is that you?" My abuela asked. " I need to talk to you!" I definitely knew what the talk was going to be about.