Autobiography I was born in Aspen, Colorado on October 15, 1993. I weighed eight pounds and had lots of hair but then it disappeared. I was a funky baby. I already had an older sister named Anna Maria was five years when I was born and I also had a brother who was 3 years. My mom’s name is Marta and my dad’s name is Pedro. We lived in Glenwood, after a while I was told I lived a happy life. My parents were together and even though my siblings weren’t my dad’s biological parents, he still loved and nurtured them as if they were. He took care of them and gave them whatever they needed and wanted. I started walking when I was eight months old and by the time I was one year I was already potty-trained. My mom told me I would take my diaper off and throw it at my dad it didn’t matter if I went pee or poop. I would take it off and run around naked. I was already rebellious. I had my first birthday and we lived where my younger siblings would eventually go to school. I was babysat by an amazing woman who loved me and treated me well. As the year went by, I was finally four years old and we had already moved, but we still lived in Glenwood Springs. One day I remember my parents were fighting and my dad threw a chair at my mom she fell to the floor unconscious. One of our neighbors was walking and she seen what my dad did and called the police. My dad was arrested and put in jail under the change of domestic violence. I was so young, I didn’t understand what was going on. I remember going to visit him, he couldn’t touch me and I had to see him through a glass window. He passed some time in jail when he got deported to Mexico. After a year, he came back and he begged my mom to get back with him. Two years passed and she was pregnant. This time with the surprise that there was two not only one. She was happy and surprised. She cried when she told my dad. Days before my dad had dream that my mom was going to have twins and she did. During her pregnancy, I told my mom that I hated her and that she smelled bad. I was really mean to her because I was jealous. That’s when I got really close to my dad. 9 months passed and I was four years old. My mom gave birth on March 13, 1999 to two little boys. They were both 5 pounds and they were really long and bold. My mom had a tough labor she had to get a caesarian section and she lost a lot blood. She got Hepatitis B she was in the hospital for about a month and during that time I would stay with her. One day, I took the twins out of the vaccinate and put both of them on the touch and I was taking care of them. I got in lots of trouble of doing that and so did my mom because she was supposed to be taking care of me but she had to take a strong medication and she fell asleep and couldn’t see what I was doing. I wasn’t allowed in there with her any more, only if someone was there with me. I didn’t like the fact that my mom had babies because I was still jealous I turned into such a cry baby. My mom says that I cried for everything and even for nonsense things. We moved to Basalt when I was 5 years old at the age of 6 I was going to kindergarten and I liked it I had friends and I would play around a lot I had good grades and passed to 1st grade. 1st grade for me was difficult because it was different for kinder you had to do more things and do your homework read books and I didn’t have anyone to teach me because my parents spoke Spanish and my older brother and sister didn’t even care so I had to take an after school program that was “Project Star” and I liked it I had fun we played fun games and got help with the homework. 2nd grade was hard for me too except this time I had a teacher that was bilingual she was the best teacher she was the nicest teacher I’ve had she was funny and made things easy and fun for the classmates in her class we would celebrate every holiday even Easter we would paint eggs and then go hide them. That summer was the first time I left my parents I got to go to Mexico for the first time and I liked it I went with my grandma and my grandpa to visit my dad’s family after that year I kept on going but I when to my mom’s home town and that I liked more it was a little town were all the people that lived there now each other and everyone and everyone there would ask me for my mom it was weird for me and I would ask them if they knew my mom. I came back in time for 3rd grade and the numbers kept on getting bigger classes got harder and mostly for me I was an easy distracter and I talked a lot with the classmates so I would talk talk and not get anything finished that’s what the teachers would always tell my mom about me. My brothers got older and so did I it was time for 4th grade and that was fun we would go out more and do more activities we would also have science classes and teachers environment could come and talk to us about nature and I had friends and by the end of the year we would get pizza and popsicles and we would get to go to the pool. I ended and my little brothers not so little now started kindergarten. Soon I was already in middle school I had fun my dad was letting me go out with my friends I would go to the movies and to the boiling alley but they never let me sleep over at another person’s house my friends would have sleep overs but I couldn’t go because my mom didn’t have trust on the people that were going to be there and because she didn’t want anything bad to happen to me but I understood then. By the time I was in sixth grade I wasn’t that happy my paper would always fight and that’s when I started smoking weed and getting drunk that was the time when I was with the wrong people at the wrong time. I got in a fight in school I send the girl to the hospital and that wasn’t good I had to go to court and my mom was so mad that she didn’t even go with me my dad did and that same year I didn’t get my trip during the summer to Mexico. My brother and sister got to go and spent some time over there I wasn’t happy but that’s what I got for fighting. At the age of 14 I was already in 8th grade and I was planning my big Quiceanera party for the next year I had everything planned out I was so excited. I started my freshman year on the wrong foot I was still smoking and drinking I would lie to my parents about everything. During the summer my sister had a big accident she flipped and she was in comma for 9 days. We were all really worried because the doctor wasn’t giving us that many chances or her surviving she was 7 hour surgery in her mouth because all her teeth were loose and she broke two of them she also broke her wrist but she was really swollen from her face her baby Isai was in the car with her at the time of the accident but nothing happen to him he was a healthy fat baby that didn’t even have a chin. My sister got pregnant when I was in 4th grade she was only 17 when she had her first baby Isai she didn’t get to graduate so she attended Yampah Mountain High School and she graduated from there. I was a freshman I turn 15 October 15 that was my golden birthday but I celebrate it October 11 because my birthday was during the week. All of my family came some came from New Mexico, California, Texas and the rest were from here my party was up in Sun Light my dress was baby blue and I had a hummer limo and that was supper fun I got to party with my friends and family and dance all night my party didn’t end till 3 in the morning and the next day we ate some yummy shrimp that my dad made and I had a full house because all my family was there. 10th grade was so much fun we were really for home coming and organizing prom for the seniors what we weren’t ready was for senior pranks because they did bad things to our lockers and trashed the school. 11th grade was fun too but there was more drama in school and I was going out with Omar I dated him for 6 months and I got pregnant my life changed for completely and I was really sad. When I told my dad I was pregnant he was disappointed and mad at me he thought I can do better than that he had his own dreams for me like graduating from school enjoying my life and traveling. He never let me work so I haven’t had a real job ever. When I found out I was pregnant I stopped going to school because I got really sick I had morning sickness I didn’t go for 3 months to school and in April I enrolled in Yampa Mountain High School. I was living in New Castle with Omar I left my house when I was 5 months pregnant and I went to live with him it was hard at first but it wasn’t that bad. Yareli was born in August 25, 2011 she was born at 5:34 pm and she was 6 pound 9 ounces she wasn’t big but she was long. I love her and she is my everything. Now I am happy hoping to graduate to get a job and I career for my baby.