My little piece of heaven
El proceso de escritura en Soy Autor ha demostrado ir The allá, writing process in en Soy una Autor evoques an authentic más al convertirse experiencia auténtica de experience of self discovery. The following piece is the auto descubrimiento. La presente obra es el resultado result of the collaborative work between students and del trabajo colaborativo entre estudiantes y docentes, teachers to find the hear t of the story, through the para encontrar el corazón de su historia y reflejarla en publication of their first illustrated Memoir. su primer memoir ilustrado.
With the support of:
En colaboración con:
Embajada de los Estados Unidos El Salvador
My little piece of heaven
Ring… Ring… — Fran? Are you busy?
— No… —I answered.
— Estela is in the hospital.
— What happened?
She is having the baby. —Said my worried mother.
— OH MY GOD.
I am screwed! And now what? What should I do? Well, I have to go. — I told myself. I left as fast as I could.
At the hospital, my heart was beating fast, because I was very nervous; I felt anxious to know what was happening.
In my mind a million thoughts.
In a few seconds my life was about to change.
A few hours passed by and I was stressed and desperate to know how the situation was going. My own thoughts dancing in my head as I realized that soon my faith was due.
The first time I saw my baby girl, she was in an incubator. I was so excited to see her little face. She was so pretty, those cheeks and baby hair. I told myself:
“What a beautiful baby has God given me!�
My face reflected an immense smile that everyone could see. I asked myself why everyone is looking at me? They must think that I was crazy, I could not stop laughing.
I couldn’t care less about the curious looks.
I looked at her hands, so tiny. When I got to pick her up I felt her sweetness and her fragility as a rose petal.
In that moment I felt something unforgettable and very beautiful.
Years later, playing with her, I heard her voice saying:
“Daddy.�
I turned around to see her and I was so astonished waiting to hear the same word again.
She looked at me and said:
“Daddy”
A rain of emotions came down on me and took me to an overwhelming happiness. I hugged her and told her:
“I love you, my little princess.”
About six months after her first words, she gave her first steps.
One day she was a bit uneasy, so I turned to her and saw her on her feet, stumbling and in that moment her first steps. I smiled. Those first steps!
She walked towards me and hugged me. She wanted me to walk beside her and I could see happiness in her face.
Years have passed by. My empty room reminds me of your first steps that now have become into long walks in a road full of adversities and obstacles.
I yearn to be by your side, my beautiful little princess. To see what you have accomplished, even in my absence.
I love you.
My name is JoséBetty Francisco Me llamo
My family name is Bautista
Mi familia es de apellido Hernández Rodríguez I’m polite, happy and sociable
Soy amigable, curiosaAdonay y un poco amable My siblings are Néstor Bautista and
Hermana de Patricia, KarenMirna, VanessaDinora, Bautista Delmi, Melissa, Julissa I grew up surrounded by problematic neighborhoods
andentre streets Crecí entre la naturaleza, paredes de adobe y amor Apopa city En la ciudad deIn La Palma, Chalatenango I like playing soccer
Me gusta aprender, divertirme y escribir I’m solitary
Me siento contenta y nerviosa I feel happy about this project and sad because I don’t know if wealwill continue the future Le regalo mundo misinganas de luchar I give the world my way of thinking
Me da miedo perder lo que más amo and my good wishes to others
Meofgustaría vernot a mis papás y asee mimy hijochildren I’m afraid dying and being able to Soy soy luchadora. I would love to Betty see myy daughter being a successful professional
and to see my wife make different life choices I’m José Francisco Bautista and I’m an author.