Cheynea Destiny Hernandez

Yesterday my Weirdo left for Anchorage for a follow-up MRI appointment. For those of you that don't know what an MRI is, it is basically an XRay for the brain. When Weirdo was a baby he had a traumatic head injury that should have paralyzed him.  He is now blind in one eye, and despite his struggles he works harder than anyone I know and has a 4.0 GPA. But he isn't perfect. For a long time he made unhealthy choices, and one night his mom, who isn't often concerned, took him to the ER. And he is now in Anchorage, making sure he is okay. But I'm not used to this. Since we got together I'm the only one that has travelled. And this is his first trip away from me. So I'm a mess. I miss him sooooo much I can't believe it. I just hope it goes well and that I survive. 
          
          Yours Truly, 
          
          Erl

Happy Mothers Day From down here on earth. There are two beautiful women dancing about in heaven this special day that I wish were still here to hold me tight. I miss you both, for you were there for me when few people were and all my life you could make me smile when I had bruises and aches. And every dark, lonely day I thought of you both, and the stories you would share when I saw you. Today I hope you look down and see your creations- your children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. We all think of you this special day, and though you are no longer here for us to hug, kiss, and shower with did-it-ourselves mother's day gifts, We think of you with joy. Your smiling faces and laughter get us through each hard day without you. I hope you receive the most beautiful flowers today in heaven
          
          In Memory of my 'great-grandma' Florence Prose and my Gigi Winnie Ermaloff. Forever in our hearts.

So Hey Guys! I wrote a story, I hope you like it. But I need you guys to read it. Feel free to comment your feedback, etc. It is called On Rainbow Row and it is my most recent writing.

Forty Years by Cheyenne
          
          
          
          
          Forty years from now
          
          Will you be the same person I know today?
          
          Forty years from this moment
          
          Will you still wear the same smile you wear today?
          
           
          
          And forty years away,
          
          Will your soul be cold as stone?
          
          Will your skin fade and wrinkle
          
          As you spend long hours alone?
          
          Will your teeth go weak and yellow?
          
          And will your lips pull away to snarl?
          
          Forty years from now
          
          Will you dread another tomorrow?
          
           
          
          Or will your smile be whiter than sugar
          
          And your soul sweet as candy
          
          Will your hair sparkle silver in the sunlight?
          
          Will the sun darken your skin to a soft tan?
          
          Will your hands be calloused from work
          
          And your eyes be marked with the lines of your smiles
          
          Will your voice be like a bird’s song at sunrise
          
          And your heart free and wild?
          
           
          
          Forty years from now
          
          Will I look at you and remember today?
          
          Will we talk for hours and hours
          
          Like the friends we will always stay
          
          Forty years away, will your heart be open
          
          To the changes of both you and me
          
          And that day forty years away
          
          Who, my friend, will you be?

I feel so bad. 
          It's not uncommon in Metlakatla for people's home lives to suck. We deal with a lot of drug abuse and domestic violence here. And the people who go through it are forced to put on a smile and act okay when they aren't. They have to face the judgements and stereotypes and try to ignore them.
          I hate to admit I have judged some of these people who have been through hell. Even though I am one of them, I judge the others that go through it. and I'm sorry. So very sorry.

It's official. I'm dating the guy that makes me happier than ever. *sigh*

YOU’RE THE COFFEE TO MY MORNING
          THE SMILE ON MY FACE
          YOU’RE THE PENCIL TO MY PAPER
          YOU’RE THE SHOES TO MY LACES
          
          YOU’RE THE PEANUT BUTTER TO MY JELLY
          THE APPLE TO MY PIE
          YOU’RE THE STRAW TO MY BERRY
          YOU’RE THE SUN TO MY SKY
          
          YOU’RE THE ROCK TO MY ROLL,
          THE LOCK TO MY KEY
          AND I’VE BEEN WONDERING
          WILL YOU GO TO HOMECOMING WITH ME?
          
          I sent this to him and he said yes! I'm so happy I'd do a million back flips if I knew how!

So there's this guy. I really like him, maybe even more than just liking him. We've been talking for a few months now, as friends. He makes me so happy, and every night I fall asleep smiling and thinking of him. He tells me things no one else has ever said to me. I gave him a book titled Happiness, each page containing a famous quote about happiness. I wrote a note that said, 'I gave you a book about happiness bc u make me so happy.' I gave it to him, making myself vulnerable and putting my feelings out in the open. He loved it and he confessed to me that he felt the same way. And he's been sending quotes to me like 'My heart always beats faster when I see u', 'I feel really happy when I see you, bc when I look at you and see ur smile, it makes me smile', 'Another day that passes is another day closer to seeing you again'.  I sent him 'I'm very indecisive and always having trouble picking favorites but with out a doubt, u are my fav everything,' and 'U stole my <3 but I'll let u keep it.' I'm so happy!!!

So I wrote a new story called Best Friends Forever. Don't get mad at me if it makes you cry. But you really should read it. Don't say anything to me about it, just read it. And when You're done reading it, still don't say anything. Let there be silence. Thank you

Yesterday I received an envelope with my name scrawled on its back. I tore it open, thinking it was something different than it had been. I pulled out its contents- a christmas card. Christmas cards aren't unusual to receive. On the card was a picture of my Gigi, my uncle, and my mother. The picture was old and the card was dated from last year. I flip the card over and read the message scrawled in cursive. To my lovely granddaughter, Cheyenne Daisy. From Gigi. Thats what it said. Most people wouldn't find that upsetting. But my Gigi died October 15 of this year. The day she died we were going on the ferry to see her and say goodbye. She died while we were on the ferry. When I received her christmas card, I was shocked. She knew she wouldn't make it to christmas. This was her goodbye. I cried. I miss my gigi.