I was born in Guadalajara, Jal. November 19, 1988 at 2:07 A.M. I share birthdays with Calvin Klein, Indira Gandhi, James Garfield and Tommy Dorsey. Christina Onassis died the same day I was born.
I was named Laura Daniela Sanchez Rodriguez, (my mom's first name is Laura and my dad's middle name is Daniel) my dad only saw me a couple times and I'm not sure how old I was. My mom raised me all by herself with help from my Grandparents, seven aunts and 2 uncles.
I had a beautiful childhood, I lived in a very small town called Tizapan El Alto, Jalisco with my grandparents (mama Guera y papa Ruben) while my mom work in the city. My mom would pick me up on the weekends and take me to the city, she would dress me with beautiful dresses and take me to fancy restaurants, she would make me listen to classical music and she will always read me poetry, then she would take me back to Tizapan where I would listen to regional Mexican music and The Beatles, I would eat hand made tortillas made by my grandma every morning, she would hide my shoes so I wouldn't go out by myself, it never work I would run outside on my first chance without shoes, I really never play with toys, the outside was more interesting but one Christmas morning everything change, 1994 to be exact I got the most beautiful amazing doll house and my little brother Angel got a motorcycle it was the perfect Christmas.
I learn to read when I was five thanks to my great grandmother Lola, I would massage her back every night and listen to her stories about Mexico, she was born in 1910 the year the Mexican Revolution started, she was also the only person in my entire family that has ever told me stories about my dad. I slept at the end of her bed every night. She died in 1995 while I was at the beach on a family vacation, I never said Good bye, I talked to her every night for years after she was dead, a week later after she passed away, Selena my second idol was killed, and when this happen I told myself I was going to be the next Selena. (the never happen)
I move to the city right before second grade, I was 6 years old and that summer I declared to my family that I was going to be a fashion designer, I learn to saw at eight thanks to my grandma on my weekend visits to Tizapan, My biggest fashion icon until now has always been my mother. Once I told her that if she died I would get her shoe and purse collection, she told me "Yes" I was only eight years old and my feet was already bigger than hers, she had to put on her heels every morning to do my hair because I was already taller than her. My favorite memory of her it's the day she was living to Mexico city and she was wearing an almost white shorth dress, green Diego Torreblanca shoes with a gold embellishment at the front and a green bag that matched the shoes, She looked beautiful to me she looked like one of the girls in her vogue magazines.
My second brother Diego was born in October of 1997, I remember the day he was born like if it was yesterday, he was beautiful and he was born the day before Halloween. I was a witch for Halloween the year, My grandma did my make up, and I wore one of my mom's long black dresses. Things got hard after Diego was born, My mom work extremely hard for us, we would put Diego and the stroller and Angel and I would follow her, she sold Cheese, sour cream and yogurt to people around the block, people love it because it was fresh everyday. Once I told her I was bored and she told me, she would help me do something fun, I help her made a "pie de queso" (kind of like a cheesecake) she cut some fruit put it on little bags, put a little table with a flower tablecloth on top of it, and put me to sell fruit and pie. I made money and I met my first crush Rodrigo a 18 year old dude with long hair that play the guitar and smoke cigarettes. I tough he was the coolest.
We always live an a beautiful house and a pretty good neighborhood, I have no idea how she ever did it, she always told me that I was born in a family lead by strong woman so that I had to be the same way, I don't think she ever intend to but she raise me a feminist. One day she started selling food on the weekends with her friend, We had 5 tables I was the server, it was first job. I saved the money for weeks and one day I took my mom and brothers to KFC and to the movie theater, we watched "Aunts" I never been prouder of myself than the day.
A couple weeks later we moved to my grandma's, I was sad, I left my friends and I couldn't stand the little town anymore. I couldn't believe that one day I loved it so much. a couple months later my mom told me that she was leaving to the United States and that my brothers and I were going to be staying with my grandparents, I told her I hated her, and run outside a month later she didn't walk us to school because she had to catch the bus, I didn't said good bye or hug her, I run all the way to school and left Angel behind, after school I run to the bus station with my brother and my friends, she was gone.
I became a rebel, I never listen. My brother's became my entire life, I became a backstreet boys fan. My brother Angel joins his first soccer team, I started supporting his dream of becoming a soccer player. I walk my little brother Diego to kinder garden everyday, I go to school, I join the school chorus and the church chorus, I sing in people weddings, I see grooms and brides saying "no" and run away from the church, I won first place on oratory 2 years on a row, I discover Gabriel Garcia Marquez "One hundred years of solitude" my teachers tell me that I'm not ready to read that I prove them wrong and Garcia Marquez becomes my favorite writer (and he still is) I started reading about politics I became obsessed on reading about the United States and it's government, My history teacher tells me that he could see me being a fashion designer and writing a column about politics, one day watching MTV the connection shuts off and then it turns back on, I saw an airplane crushing into a tower, I don't understand what's happening, I didn't even knew The world trade center existed. I fear for my mom.
I decided to write my next oratory about "power" the power of politics, I focus on the United States, while working on it the United States declared war I use all the information on my speech, my principal and teachers tell me I can't use it for the competition, I decided not to participate.
To be continued...
P.S I turn 25 a couple days ago I had all kinds of ideas for a blog post, at the end of the day I couldn't stop thinking of all my family and people that have had an impact in my life, all of that people have influenced me on some way and have help me become the woman that I am now. I forget how lucky and how beautiful my life has always been yet I take it for granted, yes I have suffer and there is been hard times yet I wouldn't change it for a thing, this post is just a little reminder for me and to honored everybody in my life. I decided to split in two because it's a little too long!
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