Chisme (pronounced: Cheese-meh)

I seriously can't stress how much I wish I had some privacy. As I have said before I live in a room with my mom, sister and brother.
As much I love them being around I hate them being around...

• Add in the fact that I'm Mexican! In Mexican households everything is gossip. Everyone and everything is open game. They will talk about you in front of you as if you weren't there and they will talk shit about you if they feel so.

...Say I meet up with my girlfriend and she breaks up with me. They will know we broke up before I get home. My aunts will be meeting up how I fucked up. That's I did this. I did that. She was a slut anyway. They just like their two cents in.

Now my mom takes this to a whole new level. If I leave the room: "A donde vas?" (Where you going?) 

• Some of you might think that's nothing my parents do that. Yeah but do you have to see your parents everyday, so they know exactly when you are leaving? At least you have your own room to hide.
• By the way, if you continue to read you will learn some Spanish words and sayings. Just not the ones you learned when you had Spanish 2 in High School.

...If I had my own room, I could be able to sneak out the window to leave and come late at night. If I leave, everyone knows about it.  The next day my brother, sister or mother will tell me what I was off doing.

When I come from work and change into short someone will say where you going? Can't a person just change? Or is that too much!

When I was little and I got into trouble, where was I too cry? "Go to my room!" Um we are in my room. This is everyone's room. My brother and sister would watch me cry. Do you know how hard that is for my to comprehend as a child! Now I'm not here just to complain about how I deserve better. I just want to tell a story that probably hasn't been heard.

Gimmie A Chance!

Do you know what it is like to be surrounded by people 24/7? Some will say yes, no, maybe or not even reply.
Let me CLARIFY, do you know what privacy is? Good because I don't.

Let me explain this a little further: Privacy is something I didn't grow up know with. You see my mom is a single Mexican mom. Unfortunately she doesn't have papers, green card people. She had/s to work minimum wage for a long time and running...

•  PLEASE don't judge. I respect everyone's opinion about illegals and would love to hear your opinion but this isn't the time.

...as I was saying, so I didn't have the best things when growing up and I still don't. As a child I learned to act a certain way: faking my feelings. On the outside I would be happy that my cousin, friend or whomever got something nice but on the outside I was enraged! How could that person get everything they want when I was struggling. All I wanted the basics: food, decent clothes, ect and most of the time I got that but as a young child growing up I wanted more...

•  Looking back at this, I appreciate it more. I learned to cherish more than most people at my age because of the hard experiences I had.
•         I love this song lyric from Brother Ali, Album: Truth is Here, Song: Begin Here

"A lot of people waiting for their big break to make it; You going spend your all life waiting until you learn that anything given to a man can be taken; Only thing that's ever really yours is what you earn"

.... I always felt that I put up with some much and watched plenty of others that did/ did not deserve it why wasn't getting my dues? We can get more into that another day.

According to the Merriam-Webster Diction,

Privacy: the quality or state of being apart from company or observation. It is also "freedom from unauthorized intrusion."

Both apply to what the statement I'm trying to make. Let's divulge one the first one. The state of being apart from company or observation.
Most of my life I have not had a room to myself, some of you are thinking so what me too, well did you have to live in a room NOT HOUSE with your sister, brother better yet MOM! Okay, I don't see many people raising their hands. Well I did. 24/7 someone has always been there with me. It is such a blessing that it is also a curse. When I changed someone was there! Obviously we had some space but you can envision some awkward moments. I have lived in a garage, room, living room with my mom my ENTIRE life. Gimmie a break! or a Snickers because I'm totally over this 21 years into it.

Now I like the second definition as well: freedom from unauthorized intrusion.

My mom as I stated is Mexican! As many have unfortunately experienced they like to know everything about your life. Rule number one as a Hispanic child: It is not your life to enjoy but your moms to rule. If you have friends well they want to know everything! Their Social Security, Where they live, what they look like, do they do drug. In fact most of the time, they want to meet your friends parents and become friends with their parents to make things more awkward. Thanks mom!
So my mom read my texts or as I should say we shared phones so she would read everything I got. She even went on my phaseboo, facebook. Seriously say it like that: phaseboo, that how it sounds hearing it from them. As you can see if my phone wasn't off limits everything else wasn't either.

So that's a brief overview of my story. What I will be bring to you. Are you in for a ride?

P.S. Excuse my writing style. I kind of jump over the place but try to keep it somewhat in place. I can use any wonderful tips and tricks.