Saturday, August 07, 2010

Random Childhood Memory

I was between four and six years old when this happened. For some reason, this is one of those memories that's etched into my psyche. Why and how don't exist here because it's simple cause and affect. I took money that wasn't mine and I got the shit beat out of me for it. This happened in Mexico when we were living in the D.F. in some apartment complex and at the time, my aunt and my cousins were staying with us at the time, waiting to cross to the U.S.

I remember seeing money in a china cabinet, stuffed inside a cup. Can't remember how much money it was, but chances are that it was a substantial amount from the beating I got. I took the money without asking or anything and I went straight to the local arcades, which was next to a tortilla factory/store. I remember because that's where we would by our tortillas and because of the smells coming from it. I spent the entire afternoon playing games and then heading home, oblivious to what was expecting me home.

As soon as I got home, my mother asked about the money. I eventually confessed that I took the money and spent it at the arcades. From that moment on I can't remember anything else. I remember my mom beating the living shit outta me, to the point were I had a bloody nose. I then remember she tied me up and continued to beat on me some more. She eventually threw me inside her bedroom like some dirty carpet on to the bed. I can remember crying, tied up, wonder what the fuck was going on. She told me something before shge left me there, saying that she was going to leave me tied up until she came back from the store.

Next thing I remember is my aunt coming into the room, untying me and cleaning all the blood on my face and neck. I remember her telling me that it was alright. That the money didn't matter and something to the affect that my mom still loves me or that she didn't mean to do this to me. I can recall sitting down on a chair, my cousin watching, then me watching her as my aunt combed and braided her hair. I can she their shadows as the warm, bright light of the afternoon sun came through the white curtains. Making them turn into shadows in my mind. I remember my mom coming through the front door, I hid behind my aunt, scared because I wasn't tied up. The next day, everything returned back to normal, as if that never happened.    


loveandhatela said...

orale chido carnal simon a guevo cabron lol

i think ive said im FRESA so if i lived in el DF yo fuera de Condesa or Polanco jajaja and eating my sushi well california roll only :)

mi gente es de Guanajuato y Zacatecas

Anonymous said...

stupid mother beats up son for being stupid--the legacy of a border-jumping mama's love--She cared more about the money then and again whe she made you an illegal--that's all it's about anyway-money, greed-not that you were starving or doing without, your people just want what others have, and few are above stealing it

Karen said...
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Karen said...

Wow, anonymous, stupid commenter with no huevos posts stupid comment--the legacy of a screwed up system and the idiots who think they know what it is about. Why don't you go crawl back into your hole and leave the writing to people (not toads?)

Oye, Hero, as a mom who has been there and done that, let me say as parents sometimes we do really stupid things when we are stressed to the max. I know I over-reacted many times when money was tight and if your mom was trying to make it alone in DF kudos to her. I am sure she was sorry afterward. I know I am for all the times I wasn't the mom I wanted to be. That said- obviously she shouldn't have beaten the crap out of a child like she did. Hang in there compa, some day the idiots will be the minority and this too shall pass. Dream on.