Thursday, April 28, 2011

Memoir

One of the most memorable moments of my life was when I turned fifteen. In the culture I was raised in we believe that when a girl turns fifteen, she goes from being a little girl to a young lady. Every girl’s dream is to turn fifteen and have there quinceanera or at least that was mine. After so many years of planning and hard work I couldn’t believe that day had arrived. The day started off with so much commotion. My aunts and cousins getting their makeup and hair done but my main focus was on how I was going to end up looking. My hair was the first thing that I got done. I had already picked out the style I was just hoping it ended up being what I expected. When that was done with, I had to get my makeup done for the first time. Before this never had I worn makeup, it was part of my transformation to a young lady. The next step was getting into my dress. Getting into a puffy dress is not as easy as it looks specially if it has to be tied from the back meaning that instead of having a zipper to zip up it has laces. Not only did my mom have to help me but my dearest aunt, and yet still it took about fifteen minutes. When I was done getting ready it was time for all of us to head to church for my mass. As I was walking out of my mom’s room everyone was waiting for me to see how I looked and to see my dress, since no one had seen it before. When I walked out I felt like a princess with my silver high heels and big pink puffy dress. The first person I remember seeing was one of my chamberlains at the bottom of the stairs looking up at me, with his white tuxedo and pink vest and tie. I remember hearing “Awe you look so beautiful!” from different voices all across the room. As we were heading to church I started to get really nervous because during my mass I had to give a speech and I didn’t want to mess it up. But everything turned out great I said my speech perfectly and I got blessed in gods house for the celebration of my quinceanera. Now it was party time.! As I was walking out of church with my main chambelan followed by my damas and chambelanes, I saws a black 2010 Cadillac escalade limo. I couldn’t believe my eyes it was so stunning! It was shinny with its chromed handle bars and rims, just the limo I wanted and had asked for. I ran towards it and it got even better. From inside there was lights on the walls and a place by the end of the seats were drinks and ice were located. As we all got into the limo I turned the music up and everyone was dancing, singing, and having a great time. The driver drove us to the park in downtown were we would meet with the photographer and take pictures. The picture I mostly remember taking is, were I had to lean forward and grab a flower. The picture came out perfect, its even one of my favorites to this moment. What I think is funny is that outside of the picture one of my brothers was holding me so I wouldn’t fall forward while my other brother was holding down my dress. When we finished taking pictures we went back into the limo. The limo took us to the ballroom were my party was going to be at. I still remember the excitement I felt when I was entering. Everything was just as I had imagined, even better. There was a golden fountain with punch, pink ornaments with flowers on every table, and what I most loved was the arc of balloons by the main table. As people started arriving I started to feel anxious for the waltz my court and I had to perform in front of everybody. While I was eating the dj was playing songs and everyone was enjoying their meal, who would of thought that I was going to get a surprise during that moment. All of a sudden I started hearing a mariachi playing “Las mananitas”. I turned back  towards the main entrance and I see a mariachi coming in towards me. I never thought that I was going to get a mariachi to play during the dinner of my party. Holding back my tears I thanked my mom for the surprise. At seven we had to perform the waltz. I had to walk down the stairs to start the waltz. I was so scared of falling and making a fool out of myself, but the good thing is that I didn’t and we completed the three waltz’s  perfectly. We ended our performance with a surprise dance that left the party guest breath taken. After that the party was official on. Everyone was on the dance floor dancing like there was no tomorrow. When my quinceanera came to an end I was sad because I had waited so long and now it was over. The day of my quince had a little bit of everything tears, nervousness, but most of all happiness and laughter which is why it is one of the most memorable moments of my life so far.

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