Introduction part 4

Grand Father was a pretty cool guy. He owned a barbershop. He was awesome at his craft and did this weird thing with his tongue every time he was cutting hair. I don’t have many memories of gramps. I just know that my grandmother saved him pretty much. He used to be an alcoholic and smoked like a chimney. I don’t remember being told what she said/did to him to put him on the right track. My grandfather stayed sober and smoke-free (mostly, I caught him smoking once or twice) for 30+ years until his death.

Something I am very proud of is that my grandparents were dancing royalty in our town. They would always win any and every dancing competition they entered. Mind you, this was in the days when dancing was classy and people didn’t call “rubbing up against your partners crotch and dropping down to simulate oral sex” as dancing. Heh, grandma tried to teach me how to dance back then but I always refused. She was able to get me to dance with her for a week but I stopped after that because I didn’t want to be seen as a girly man.

Uncle was never around. He was off in the “big city” chasing his dreams and having women chase him. He was/is a total charmer and player. He introduced us to so many of his girlfriends and I could hardly keep track of any of them since it seemed he didn’t really like to keep the same one for long. I am not saying my uncle is not a good looking man but some of the women he brought home were drop dead gorgeous and seemed like they were way out of his league. Goes to show how confidence is something women are REALLY attracted to. Long story short with uncle, his charm and player ways finally caught up to him and he is now living in the states with a woman that is very controlling and knows of his player ways.

This brings me to mother dearest. She is the best mother a son like me could ask for. That woman has done no wrong in my eyes and will never do any wrong in my eyes. She sacrificed so much for my brother and I and for that, I will be eternally grateful. There aren’t words that can express how much she means to me even though I don’t call her as often as I should. She is always in my thoughts though and I will make sure to make her proud.

Mother dearest left my brother and I alone in El Salvador when I was 10-ish for a “job interview” which in reality meant that she was coming back to the states to settle and get a living situation ready since dad was working on getting me to the states and keeping me there without just a permit. My brother was never a problem since he was born in San Francisco.

Fast forward to when I am 12 and I find out that dad is bringing my brother and I to the states and also find out why mom had been “interviewing” for the past 2 years.