Thursday, December 19, 2019
Personal Narrative My Sister Tita - 1146 Words
To My Sister Tita, Born from the same mother and with the same blood running through our veins, we are sisters. The eyes we look through are the same, and the organs that fuel our bodies are related. We grew up together, lived under the same roof, and watched one another mature. With Gertrudis, the three of us were inseparable despite our differing ages. I was there when you were born, and there when you first gained your culinary passion. I loved you, yet why do you hate me so? You accuse me of stealing your one true love, yet it was not I who chose to do so. I only followed Mamiââ¬â¢s orders, yet you still call me the villain. Each night I lay awake, as insomnia and guilt clutches at at my heart and mind, torturing me. Your cries of painâ⬠¦show more contentâ⬠¦I was only a tool, a distraction to him, so that he could stay close to my sister. It was humiliating. I tried to ignore the looks of passion you two shared over the dinner table and the whispers of love masked unde r his compliments for your food. He did so even as I was pregnant with his child, fat and undesirable. My self esteem plummeted, and I could feel both my husband and sister slip away from me. Gertrudis was the only one I could confide in, and she soon disappeared. I had no one but Mami, who didnââ¬â¢t care for me, but for appearances and family tradition. I knew that Pedro only married me so he could stay in close proximity to you, and Iââ¬â¢m sure Mami came to the realization as well. However, your wicked words pierced my heart and made it so much more obvious to me. You said ââ¬Å"...for your information, he married you just so he could be near me. He doesnââ¬â¢t love you, and you know that perfectly well.â⬠I knew this very well, I just chose to ignore it. It was difficult when Mami passed away, as it was only I who lived under the same roof as the two of you, who stole kisses when you thought I wasnââ¬â¢t looking and embraced as I was ill and struggling for bre ath. What hurt most was his lack of acknowledgement of our marriage. When drunk, he still looked for you. When injured, he still looked for you, crying aloud, ââ¬Å"TIta, donââ¬â¢t go. Donââ¬â¢t leave me.â⬠I was beside him, yet he didnââ¬â¢t reach for his wife, but hisShow MoreRelatedMagic Realism in Como Agua Para Chocolate2382 Words à |à 10 PagesComo Agua Para Chocolate is a wonderful example of how magical realism is used to portray political as well as cultural issues that the author wanted to focus the reader on. Laura Esquivel effectively combines reality and the supernatural to distance Tita from the miserable life she is forced to live. LATIN AMERICAN LITERATURE Magical Realism and Laura Esquivelââ¬â¢s Come Agua Para Chocolate (Like Water for Chocolate) Roma Marshall, rnmarshall@smcm.edu Up until the 1960ââ¬â¢s, Latin American literatureRead MoreEssay on Like water for chocolate6961 Words à |à 28 Pagessays Laura Esquivel, ââ¬Å"I feel that the gender roles are inverted: the male becomes the receptor. Through serving food, I become the one who penetrates. Furthermore, you are what you eat and with whom and how you eat it. In my family, food was always very important, and for my mother, it was a medium of communication and ritual in every sense. For those reasons, we enjoy each dish. It is an act that reaffirms the union of a couple, living with the offspring, and fellowship with friends. A familyââ¬â¢sRead MoreIgbo Dictionary129408 Words à |à 518 Pagessuch as the names of fishes, which were not in the first edition. Other words were added or revised from other sources, but in order to keep the size within manageable limits not all possible sources have been exploited. I am particularly grateful to my reviewers, who pointed out some of the glaring errors; I hope they will find this edition at least slightly less faulty. I am very grateful to Dr (now Professor) E.N. Emenanjá » , Mr (now Dr) P.A. Anagbogu, and to Miss Helen Joe Okeke and Miss Ifeoma Okoye
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