November 25 - "On My Plate"
Food 🍖🍛🍰 Someone remembered it was my birthday.
On our plate, we have some:
- Lamb Chops
- Tortellinis w/ vodka sauce (aka Money Bags)
- A can of Pepsi
- A slice of happiness (Opera Pistachio); courtesy of @gourmanoffbakery
November 11 - “Movies”
-Power Rangers (2017) Movie Ticket 🎬
To anyone familiar with the essence of family, this one's for you.. In the summer of 1995 a movie released worldwide for audiences to see for the first time since its cultural inception began on basic television in 1993. At a time where monsters ruled the TV and animation held a dominant presence, one series seemed to stand out from the rest and left the others playing catch up.That film, was the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers movie. The only weekend I would spend a qualified moment with my father.
He left the week I was born to ride or die with some other woman while my mother fended for herself.
I never truly spent time with my father for him to get to know me; nor me to know him.
Not that it bothered me where I asked every other night if he was coming home. It was an acceptance that was pretty much there since the beginning. I say pretty much because I honestly can’t recall a moment where mom said “don’t ask about him because this is what it is”. It was just her; and that was all I needed.
Growing up, I didn’t have a central male figure to show me what it takes “to be a man” or answer the questions my mother struggled finding. Instead they were considered like the table we sat around for breakfast, lunch and dinner. When I asked about my father and what was he like, she said he was very smart, but very naive. She knew he wasn’t ready for children, but she done so because she loved him.
The funny thing is, my mother never taught me about approaching women, how they feel, what’s expected, etc.
I just went with the motions and took it upon myself to learn through the men that came along leaving her to feel a certain way. Sometimes I would ask if she were hurting or to even go to the extent of asking what hurt her; but to this day, she’d never admit her pain.
I don’t know for sure what my father was trying to demonstrate. Maybe in some weird way, both were trying to teach that not all heroes need to wear capes or possess any super powers. Their the people that deliver your goods. The ones that serve your coffee every morning. The drivers who ensure your arrival . The everyday individual.
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