cerezamarrero

Con los Primos

If you've been my friend for long, you'll know that I am wholly committed to my Cuban family, but that my white (and Native American family) have never accepted me (not just me--they never accepted my mother which is why I think I was never accepted).  I always found that strange growing up--I mean, I'm not blind. So, because my Cuban family has always shown me love, that's where I gravitate and that is who I love without fail today. 

Sadly though, without our matriarch, (our abuelita) even among cousins we aren't as "in touch" as we would like to be.

As I was growing up, I KNEW my distant Cuban cousins almost like my own first cousins. To this day, I am super close to Daisita, whose mom was first cousins with my grandma, but was born in the USA and speaks English and Spanish--both languages probably better than I could hope to. She teaches 3rd grade in the Fort Lauderdale area. I'm also close to Stephen (he and I share a drone connection in adult life) and Matt. I'm also super close to Chichita, whose dad was my grandma's brother, but she and I connected more than she did with my mom and aunt (she was midway between our ages)--Chichita is the one who asked to practice English with me in our letters when she was still living in Cuba while I asked her if I could practice Spanish, so our letters (and now our emails) are a mixture. The brains in our family come from the Cuban side. In terms of genius, there is Chichita (who was studying to become a doctor in Cuba but her dad was politically imprisoned and her funding was stopped--she got her bachelor's degree in biology when she moved to the USA and now teaches biology in high school in New Jersey), my cousin JR who was an electrical engineer (now retired) and I know, without a doubt, that my writing and art comes from my grandma. I went to a grade school for geniuses and my cousin Apollo (Miranda's brother) is also in that echelon and his IQ skies mine by quite a bit-mine is in the 140s (apparently I am the black sheep of the family) and his is in the 160s, I believe. He and I both were computer programmers during the 90s/early 00s and I believe that he still is, to an extent, event though I am nowhere close to programming these days. He got his degree though while I was busy making a baby. Even though English was Grandma's second language, my grandma wrote the most beautiful letters, even in English. So did my Bis-Tia (Tia Abuela) (Great-Auntie). Now that I'm going through the stuff in the garage, I'm even hitting some letters that my grandma & great-aunt wrote and/or received from Cuba--in Spanish. Sometimes there were notes on those letters, and I know that she and Great-Auntie (Alba, she went by Alby or Albita- and it is a beautiful name and my grandma also passed on that name to my auntie, Mirandita's mom...it means Dawn) used to send letters they received back and forth from Cuba. It was before Sticky-Notes, so they would write quick messages (sometimes in English, but also in Spanish) about said letters.

Anyway, I'm meeting mi prima, Mirandita, tomorrow night. She is my first cousin and the closest thing I've ever know to a sister as I'm an only child. I'll share photos after the fact.

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