Fist Impression

Here I am, almost 8:30 pm ... I'm confused, I have nothing in my mind, things come and go, but nothing remains. My brain will collapse, there are so many things I want to talk about, but there are no words to express myself. The night is dark, no clouds in the sky, the moon does not shine as always, the weather is cold. And here I am again away from all communication, trying to concentrate, in my bed with my favorite blanket, listening to ‘Trading Yesterday '. Now that I think about it, several people told me to write about my best friend, but I leave that topic for the final, I want to make it interesting. So today I'll talk about first impressions. First Impression is a common theme, but each person has a different perspective to see it. In my view, is not very important, and least in Guatemala. People usually judge others before knowing them, criticizing every aspect of a person and comments or rumors created a bad reputation. The people here talk, judge without knowing, and they do not think about what might happen in the future. For me, the first impression is neither more nor less important. first, second or last impression is the same, the first impression is never right, it takes time to know the person, I cannot judge without knowing, nor speak without knowing.

Some months ago, I met a person and the day I met her, everything changed, my impression changed over her completely. She is not common; her personality is strong, shows confidence with every step, and has a strong look. She is short, thin, blonde, long hair, tanned, big eyes, and strange nose but fit with her face. People had a bad impression of her, why? People create rumors and make conclusions. They created her a bad reputation, and when she met someone, she could not change what they thought about her. The first impression she gave was false, the day I met her I was in my house, and she came because she's a friend of my sisters.

 That day changed the way I see her, she was not the person for whom everyone was talking about, which all were saying nasty things. She is a shy, honest, sincere, confident, good person, with a big heart, loving, and educated person. The things said about her vanished gradually, was a false theory, created by people with no heart, for people who do not appreciate themselves.

So as I mentioned before, each person takes things in different ways, and this may be my way of thinking about first impressions. But I do not believe in them, is something so wrong. I prefer to know people better, and then see the impression they give me.  Why the first impression for some people is so important? Not all have happy lives, and maybe they judge someone because they met them at a bad time or moment, and that is was the impression he gave.

In short, first impressions are worth nothing, everything is in the heart. If you're a good person you will not feel superior to anyone. We are all equal, we all deserve the same. We all need the opportunity to make ourselves known, to show how we are.

It’s pretty simple, pretty obvious: that people’s first impression of people is a really big mistake, sometimes they miss who a person really is. – Vincent D’Onofrio.

Sometimes for the bad first impression, we lose the opportunity to meet someone that maybe can mean a lot to us at some point in our life. . We shut and avoid communication with those people, to avoid having another impression. Everyone deserves a second chance; sometimes the first impression is wrong. You never know what can happen. Life is to provide opportunities, and to receive and enjoy them. Remember that not everything we hear is real, only what we live is what is real. We need the opportunity to meet people, create new friendships and share with others, do not allow comments, rumors, etc ... ruin the impression that we have on a person, until you do not see it, do not believe it.  

I still wonder how such a small person brought me such joy to my life.

Now teens are having unprotected sex. They are being irresponsible not care, they bring a living being into this world when they are economically, mentally and emotionally prepared.

My family is 5 members. My father's name is Luis; he is tall, dark, brown hair, brown eyes, and very serious but with a big heart. My mother's name is Anabella, is a bit taller than me, skinny, white, green eyes, blonde hair and the best mom of all. I have two sisters, one called Luisa and the other is called Cristina, we are all very similar, brown hair, white, high and our faces are very similar. Since I am the smallest I've been the darling for so long, my sisters have always been very close because of the age. One day I thought what if I had a brother who could play with me, and be there for me. Was a desire that always asked for.

Years later a friend of my mom who is a pediatrician had a case about a pregnant teenager, my mom's friend told her about the case, and also commented that she was planning to abort or give it up for adoption. The teenager was too young to raise him and had no money. The teenager was remorseful of his actions but that no longer was useless, the baby was coming. Eventually she had to take care of him. My mother came home, she told my dad and had a serious conversation on the subject, they had what it takes to keep and bring happiness he needed, giving the future that all children deserve.

4 months later, the news of a new family member arrived. We were having lunch at my aunt and my sister could not withstand the urge to tell me that at last my dream had come true, years later but had been fulfilled. We were having a brother and that he would soon be born. My family was very happy and anxious; they began to prepare for arrival.

My brother was called Juan Pablo Mackay Paredes, was born as premature, on December 21st. The only one that saw on his first day was my mom and she described him blond, white, thin, small but with a face of an angel. Everything in life cannot be perfect, that afternoon my mother received a call from the hospital that they had to transfer my brother to the intensive care area. At the time of birth of Juan Pablo their lungs filled with fluid and he could not develop his respiratory system well. The doctors connect my brother to a machine for him to receive oxygen. He was given appropriate medication for his condition and improves. We went to visit him every day. Two days later we received another call; my brother had a problem with his body fluids.

On December 25th I went with my parents to visit my brother at the hospital that day the nurse told us he was very ill and did not know if he could survive. That is how I see him for the first time. I enter that room, my brother was not alone, and there were six more babies. The room was hot, had a strange odor, and did not have much lighting. I've never felt so happy and yet feel so much fear, so much sadness, was a combination of emotions and feelings. My brother was no longer white, his skin tone was yellow, from his eyes, nose and his mouth went out a fluid, and he had a tube to provide him oxygen. I was angry with God because he had sent me my brother but he was taking him away.

On 26 December, the phone rang and I answered was a call from the hospital, we were needed there. That was a cold December night, there were few clouds in the sky and the moon was bright. At the hospital the nurse told us that at 8:00 pm my brother had run into trouble and had stopped breathing. Doctors tried to revive him but could no longer do anything; his time of death was at 8:15 pm that December night. I still remember that we hugged, cried and went home, we all lay down in bed with my parents and saw the movie Happy Feet. The next morning we went looking for his coffin was made of wood, white and small. I remember my mom crying and how sad it was to lose a coveted membership in this family

My little angel <3

Important Person

It's amazing how a person can change your life just to be there.  In October, three years ago, I went out to the mall with a friend. When i was with her, I met a boy, He was 16 years old, tall and thin, Brown eyes, light skin, brown hair, he smelled like freshness. The day that I knew him we were bothering, playing, talking and getting to know each other.

Months later, we continue talking, we passed it well together, but little by little my feelings were changing. He got from being a stranger, to be my best friend. The first time he came home, was very educated with my family, my parents adored him and they liked his personality. Without realizing I was falling in love with our friendship. our friendship was unique, we could spend all day together, talking all the time, we trust, receive honesty, sincerity and comfort of being who we really were, in short he was my best friend. He was the person that made me smile when I was sad, every time I felt my life was over, he was the one who made me react and realize that I'm here for a reason.

The more friends we became more inseparable we were. One day he invited me to his friend’s house, his friends were nice and made me feel comfortable with them, and they teased us that we were dating or who were in love. He had girlfriend and I could not do anything, just respect their relationship, but months later their relationship came to an end. When he told me he had ended their relationship, my first thought was for the welfare and happiness. He was my best friend and could not think of him being sad; but after a while he managed to get ahead and everything became easier.

After a while, a friend and her boyfriend made me realize that I was in love with my best friend, perhaps I never noticed but that was the reality. Weeks later my best friend and I speak and declare our love for each other, it was a relief to know that we were both in love, but after declaring our love everything became a bit uncomfortable. Now whenever we get together, we forget that we are in love and decided to have fun. There is no impediment to our friendship.

A week ago, was a rainy day and he invited me to his soccer game, I agreed to go see him. He came to my house for me, said hello to my family, he opened the car door, and his car smelled like coconut, my favorite smell. when we got to the field, my eyes encountered his, was indescribable. That look told me that he was the person I love, the person who is perfect for me, the person who never would leave me in my bad times, and the person who would make me really happy.

When I think in a relationship with him, I'm afraid, I get nervous. No one understands when I say he's just my best friend, nobody understands how important he is for me and no one would understand how bad I will feel if I lose my friendship with him.

Everyone understands that we are in love, but nobody understands how important it is for our friendship to continue as it is. We’re just two young lovers with great roads ahead and we want to meet big goals. Are only two people who want to learn about life and learn to live it. I agree that there is no person that makes me feel the way he makes me feel. When I'm with him, my smile is bright and true, my happiness is unique, he changed my look, and my thoughts are pure. He is the only person who knows everything about me and accepts me for who I really am.

For me he is perfect, and I appreciate every advice he gives me every support I get from him, I appreciate everything he has made for me.

No one will find a person like him, he is unique in this world and I feel very fortunate to say that he is my friend, my confidant, and the person from whom I’m love and will love for a long time.