My Special, Sweet, Stylish Sister.

Well where should I start, my sister is like my 2nd mother. I love her to death, she's always there for me when I need her or any kind of support I desire. Yes, we may have big/small agruements but we always end up making up and laughing about it. I have to say she spoils me more than my mom. Everytime I want new outfits(clothes) I go to her because I know she'll take me shopping. She didn't have any kids of her own so maybe thats why. 

Her name is Marisol. In spanish it's a means "ocean and sun" Thats literally what her name is saying, its just put together. My sister is 15 years older than me, when I was a baby she would be the one taking care of me and as she said "I was her doll". People on the streets would even ask her if I was her child, since she would carry me everywhere. She's a very gregarious person and definitely has discretion when it comes to style. Usually when I buy something, I always want her opinion because she will be straight up and tell me if it looks good or not. But I'm not the only one receiving help, I also help HER out when she needs a translator. She doesn't speak English too good so that's when I offer my help to her. I go to doctor appointments with her, make phone calls and send texts in English. You can say we get along pretty well. 

My sister has gone through many difficult situations in her life. But somehow she resilients fast and doesn't let it bring her down. She's a strong person and gives amazing advice! She understands me and gives me tips on how to handle things. Theres also times where she's completely euphoric and decides to be facetious. Love it when that happens, always the best! I wouldn't trade her for the world and I'm extremely lucky to have her as my sister.

The Big Day!

Like most little girls, I always dreamed of having a quinceañera. A quinceañera is a traditional party that most latino families celebrate when a girl turns 15. It represents how the young girl is growing up to become a woman. After many months of planning and stressing, on August 12, 2012, it was my big day! All my family & friends collaborated into making this dream come true. I still remember that day as if it was just yesterday.  

Since early in the morning of that day, it was a complete craziness! Everybody had things to get ready so that it could turn out just the way I wanted it to. After getting my hair and makeup done, we were all rushing to get dressed and head over to church but as always we were running late. There was simply many things to get done and time wasn't enough! The priest gave a beautiful, amazing  mass and I gave thanks to god for letting me reach the age of 15. 

2 hours later, my gregarious "chambelanes" (court) and I headed down to the beach and had a photo-shoot. I was getting super frustrated due to the heat of being under that huge quince dress. After that, we made our way to the location of where the party was happening. I was left speechless, when I entered everything was embellished with blue flowers, sparkly blue fabric that hung from the ceiling and red roses decorated the center of all the guests tables. It was absolutely stunning! At around 6:00pm, my court and I danced the waltz and surprise dance. We had prepared this for months. While dancing I made many mistakes but people didn't seem to notice. I could tell by the look of their faces, they enjoyed it. 

Guests, family, friends and I had the time of our lives. We danced, laughed and enjoyed every moment. (Especially me) This party was totally not a fritter because I will cherish it for the rest of my life. It's something that only happens once in a life time and I'm thankful to my parents, without them this party wouldn't have been possible.