A Silent Capture

So today was a very nice day. I drove to work, and picked up my friend. Before we went in we got a coffee from across the street, but she headed to work and I headed for the Chinese food. I must have Chinese food every weekend before work otherwise, well lets just say there are more spills than there usually are.

As I was walking there is a guy that has a paintball shooting stand with a zombie theme going on. Anyways he decided to dress as a Native American Chief and sit still so he would look like a statue and randomly scare people as they walked by. The thing is that as I was walking by I saw him and I was just waiting for him to jump up and scare the Chinese food out of my plate, but he didn’t. He actually waited until I passed and said, “Don’t look back,” and of course I looked back. I laughed the rest of the way. The thing is when I got there my friend told me that the guy scared her, but she jumped because she actually thought he was a statue. She said he scared her, and that the few people that saw her get scared just laughed. The rest of the day went a bit slow because there weren’t many people out. But at least we got enough tip money to pay for our parking, so it was an ok day.

Then I came home and took a small nap, and watched Happy Feet 2 with the family. After that was over, we went to eat Chinese Food at my favorite restaurant. We waited for a few relatives to come and have dinner with us. We had some good laughs, which is why I like celebrating my birthday with very few people. The less the merrier, for me. Once we had been there for about two hours or so we decided to go home because they were starting close up. We came home and had a slice of some cheesecake! Then my cousin talked about the stories of when she and her brothers were little and when they lived in Mexico. They were really funny. The one thing I love about my dad’s family is the stories; scary, funny, or a life lesson they are all great!

I received a lot of good birthday wishes, and I am glad for that. So I hope your weekend is going well.

Sincerely, 

Mr. Soto

Sorry, I could not go with you my dear friend, I truly am. It would of been nice seeing your smile, hearing your laugh, and just being there. Yet I could not bear the thought of knowing that my parents would be sad because I went away, so far away from home. My mother gets sad when she thinks of my oldest brother. If there were two she would only be more sad than she should be. My siblings need me very much. My sister needs someone she can have a laugh with every once in a while, and help with just getting by in middle school. My younger brother needs someone he can talk to, and push around. My baby brother he is so young, but he needs someone to take care of him when my parents are too tired. My dad, oh how upset he would of been, he would be sad as well, the only though that would come up to his mind is, “What have I done to my children? That they have to get discipline somewhere else.” In my family, I am the one that helps around without asking for anything and helps when my life seems to be in shambles. I am the one that knows so much and knows what to do. Who would translate for my mother, when my brothers will not? Who will answer my siblings questions when they have no one else to run to? Who would my father rely on every once in a while?

You were that one friend everyone hated, but loved so much. For the longest time you would cross your fingers and say, “We are this close,” and I would always say that we were never that close. I would always say that because I knew that one day you would go far away, and make new best friends and forget that one really quiet and obnoxious shy kid you once met. As I had feared, it came true. I write to you some words I had once said to you randomly, and you never respond. You talk to other people, but whenever I write to you, you never respond. I am sorry, for I had been a horrible friend. Yet it seems like we have parted in different ways. It seems like you have become an acquaintance, just that, an acquaintance. I have been there when no one else would be there, I’ve gone out of my way a few times just to give you company. I really appreciated those times we’ve spent together. You barely knew me, but you’ve been a friend for 7 years. 

Sorry, but I think its best if we just thought of ourselves as acquaintances rather than friends for now on.

I reallly don know why, but I am just going to list all of my nicknames both Spanish and English.

English

• Rog (Row-g)
• Ro-ro (My friend started calling me this, and I like it!)
• Silent Bob
• Stalker (I never was a stalker!)
• Mr. Soto (My elementary school teachers call me Mr. Soto because I was very quiet)
• Yellow Dude (I wore some kind of yellow to summer school every day in middle school)

Spanish

• Jorge (My friend at first didn´t know my name so she started calling me Jorge and I never corrected her)
• Pancho (Another friend said my name was too hard to pronunce so she asked me if she can call me Pancho, and I said yes)
• Rojo (My cousin couldn´t pronounce my name when she was little)
• Roje (I only have one person calling me Roje and that is my aunt… I really like it though!)
• Flaco (My parents are the only ones permitted to use it!)
• Heyo (My siblings and a few relatives call me by Heyo)

I know I have more, but I just can´t remember!