Missing Pictures

I just discovered that some of my pictures are missing from my blog. I recently joined Google+ and edited an album. Guess it was more than an album I was editing. Now the pictures are gone and I'm too lazy to go back through each blog and either try to find the same picture or a new one. So, although it doesn't look pretty, my blog is still here.

Who Am I?

Who am I? The answer depends on who you ask and when you ask them. I am the daughter of Carmen and Patrick. I am the granddaughter of Luis & Lorenza, and Paz & Eva. I am the great granddaughter of David & Damiana, Jesus & Rosalia, Gilberto & Rosario, and Paz & Estolia. I am the baby that was so hairy I looked like a wet rat. I am the chubby toddler with curly dark hair just learning to walk. I am the preschooler who tells the bully he will not be cutting in front of me in line to slip down the slide and he needs to go to the end of the line. I'm the little girl riding in her grandfather's Volkswagon bug, laughing every time the light turns green and her grandfather says, "Go-go Yogi!" I'm the big sister who chases her little sister around the house just so she can pull her ponytails and laughs when her little sister falls down or trips or does anything slightly embarrassing. I am the big sister who cries and howls like a wounded animal when her grandmother separates her from her little sister for a "time out." I am the second grader who waits for the boy she likes to be dismissed so she can chase him around the playground until she catches up enough to playfully kick him in the butt. I am the young girl laying on a blanket in Highway City on a hot summer night next to her little sister, listening to her grandmother and mother speak in Spanish. I'm the little girl that likes to feed Pop Rocks to her dogs. I am the fourth grader who tracks down a classmate who is a boy twice her size to make sure he never teases her little sister again. I am the sixth grader at a fancy private school running after my mom's car while waving my arms in the air after tripping over my new Famolare shoes causing ripped stockings and knees covered in dirt and blood. I am the seventh grader at a new school approached by a boy she has a crush on only to be told in front of the boy's friends that she looks just like Baby Milo from the Planet of the Apes. I am the 8th grader who walks off campus after standing up to a teacher harassing another student. I'm the high school student who can't wait to graduate. I'm the young flirty woman laughing the loudest. I'm the Mexican American woman who defies statistics and earns a Masters Degree. I'm the teacher who walks away from her career because she just can't stomach the system anymore. I'm the poet who has been writing since Kindergarten and self-publishes a book of poetry because she only wants it done her way. What do you think? Who am I to you?