The day I was born, it was in the after noon, on a Thursday, around five o clock in April 27, 1989. My parents told me that I was really spoiled. Whenever I wanted a candy my dad would go out to the store and buy me candy at midnight or later than midnight. Also, I was told that I was really attached to my dad. Every single time that I cried, I would always wanted my dad to carry me. When my father left to work I would want to go with him. But, that’s what my mom says. My dad says the same thing about me, but in a better way.
When it came to the point of naming me it was a hard decision. My parents wanted to call me Monserat. I have no clue what in the world that means. But, yeah those crazy parents of mine wanted to call me some weird, random name I don’t even know what it means. Later on, my mom didn’t like the name because people were making fun of my name, so they decided to call me Stephanie. My dad came up with the name. Back then there was this famous celebrity named Stephanie Salas. I’m sure, but I think she was a singer or something. Anyhow, I ended up with the name Stephanie. I really like my name. It has this mood and I like the fact that my name is long, and that’s what I really love about my name. It’s a very common name.
I also remember a couple of bruises I’ve had in my child hood. I remember when I was four, my mom use to iron on the bed. So, when my mother was ironing, the iron was on and really hot, and my mother had left it sitting on the bed while she was turning the clothes on the other side for her to iron the other side of the pants. While the hot, burning iron was sitting there on my mothers’ bed, I decided get on the bed with my mom. The iron slanted when I got on top of the bed and fell right on top of my left arms. The funny thing is that I don’t remember crying or screaming. Basically, I don’t remember the pain. I do remember my dad getting really mad and went out side, into his car until he calmed down. My father never liked me getting hurt; I guess no parent would like to see his or her kids getting hurt.
My life is not nor good or bad, but it’s better than what I would want it to be. The majority of people in the world don’t have a roof to live on. I’m grateful that I have my mom and my dad with me, and that I get to see them all the time. My life hasn’t changed that much, just the part that my parents aren’t together it really doesn’t border me anymore. I realized that is for the best and I understand their situation.
