Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Dream Vacation

If I could go anywhere in the world, I would go to Albany.  The most important reason I would go to Albany is because I was born there, and I would like to know what it felt like to live in Albany for the first three months of my life.  Yes, I lived in Albany for three months, and the next thing you know, I am growing up in the Bronx with a white family (Christians).  (Does being born in Albany make me Albanian?)

If I were to go to Albany, I think a lot of people would be nice and friendly.  (Hey, that’s me!!!  I’m Albanian!!) and there will be beautiful houses everywhere with gardens to decorate the lawn (…maybe I’m 85% Albanian).

Maybe if I spent my childhood in Albany, I’d be rich…(Albany, the city…the capital that’s never poor…which brings me down to 64.97% Albanian (I love math)).  But I can’t, my childhood stayed in the Bronx and you know what they say, “what happens in the Bronx, stays in the Bronx.”  (Which brings me down to 55.55% Albanian (more math)).  

I can imagine me in Albany, swimming in a pool of green Jacksons.  I can also imagine gold statues as pillars to hold up my golden house.

Fun Childhood

My new childhood was AWESOME!! My new family treated me well and got me chubby. They thought that if you were skinny you would end up as an alcoholic and you would be weak, but obviously that’s not true. I had a house in NJ and a apartment in the Bronx. I thought we were rich, because my dad owns the buildings we were living in and everyone seemed to know him. It’s nice how they started a better life after leaving Puerto Rico.
I spend the weekends in NJ and came back to the Bronx on the weekends because I go to school there. My parents go to NJ to visit their children and grandchildren. They even go to church in NJ because there is no other place my parents rather be than their own neighborhood church.

Bad Turtle

As a young kid, I’ve I had a lot of fun memories, like when I was in a BBQ and I sucked off all the barbeque from everybody’s shish kebab.   There was also a time where I would drink from the adults’ cup and ended up going crazy.
But the craziest memory of all was when my mom got me & my sister a turtle. The turtle was a baaaaaaaaaaad turtle; it attracted cockroaches, so we had to clean the tank every day. Soon we decided to leave that messed up turtle in the basement, which is where he started to play hide and seek. Every day we might find him under the couch, behind the refrigerator, in the bathroom, and sometimes in that dangerous boiler we had. Soon the game of hide-and-seek itself became dangerous and soon…it killed my turtle. The story was that the turtle went in the boiler and a rat ate him. Evidently, it was true. I despised of turtles ever since.

Who I Am

My name is Romeo Moses, at least until I was adopted. My new name is Wilson Romeo Oliveras, Jr. I was born in Albany December 19, 1997. I really don’t know much about my life when I was living with my biological parents in the Bronx because I’ve pretty much lived my whole life with my adoptive parents since I was 2 months old. It’s not really that bad; except that kids wonder why I have white parents (actually they’re Puerto Rican). Besides, my adoptive parents told me why I was adopted as soon as I started the 1st grade. I didn’t understand how it was so important until I visited my parents in the agency. I was only 6 at the time, but I was smart enough to see how much they loved me.

My life started with meeting people that’s part of my new family, but I wasn’t used to giants looking at me with big eyeballs, tongues twisted, or faces that seem like they’re trying to make fun of me. A couple of my new family members lived in the same house that I was living in now so I got used to them and treated them like my real family. I haven’t really worried much about where my real family was, but I haven’t forgotten the most important parts that they marked in my history.

Rico and Yoni

Have you ever seen a Maltese? They have white, long fur & a small pink/black nose. I have one, her name is Susie. Since we didn’t want her to be bored & lonely, we decided to borrow another person’s dog so she could have kids. We found a lady with a Bishop and got permission to use him. His name was Chachi. They would fight every time Chachi tried to mate with her, so it took a while. After Susie got tired of fighting, they finally mated with each other. We were very excited when Susie was crying and inhaling & exhaling very heavily. We took the hint and started getting prepared with all the provisions that a guy told us in YouTube. The first puppy came out alive. He was so cute. But unfortunately, my dad waited too long to cut the umbilical cord, so he died. After my big sister came from New Jersey, we fired my dad from the job he was supposed to do and hired my sister to keep the puppies alive this time. We named the puppy Rico (since we’re Puerto Rican, we took out Puerto from “Puerto Rico” and named him Rico). This happened April 23, 2010.
The next day, Susie had her period again so we predicted she would more puppies. The third puppy came out dead (with no need to charge my father this time)...maybe because she was in the abdomen too long. The fourth puppy came out alive. But you wouldn’t believe how she came out (OMG!!! LOL!!!). First the head showed a little, it had some black goo on it. Then, right before you think its going to come out like a cherub, POP!!! Next thing you know there’s a puppy carried by the wind 3 feet in the air. At the same time, you can hear a sharp, pierce cry from Susie. After we cleaned up all the blood and slime, Susie went out on an expedition to find her puppies. She looked indoors; in closets, shoes, around chairs, under the beds, even outdoors; under cars, in trash cans, around trees, in people’s lawns, etc. But after a while she got over it.
The next day, we named the female puppy Yoni (pronounced Joanie).After a couple of weeks, they started growing a lot of fur, sharp teeth, sharp claws, and they started growing dangerous. Susie started fighting with them after her nipples got sore because Rico & Yoni would sink their teeth into them instead of sucking them. Then, Rico & Yoni started fighting each other, but we figured they were just playing. They were fun to play with at first, but they got excessively hyperactive. I sort of liked Rico more than Yoni. Every time I try to pet Yoni, she bites me. Rico lets me rub his stomach, touch his nose, and pick him up. The only time he bites me is when we’re wrestling. I love wrestling with him, he looks funny when he tries to get me. And sometimes, when I come out the shower, he’s at the edge of the bathtub, trying to get in to get me. The only thing I need to worry about is Susie. Ever since she gave birth to her puppies, she bites everyone, even my FATHER, which is very unusual since he’s the ‘master’ and all of that. After she got tired of taking care of her puppies, we had to buy soft food for them and give them warm milk (I told my parents they weren’t cats, but they didn’t listen).