Chapter 1: Serena
If you are
reading this, then I am deceased. My name is Serena Raye Sanchez, and I wrote
this diary when I was in my mid-50’s and at that time, my hair was graying, and
my body was showing its age. In my younger years, I was attractive, and my hair
was light brown in color or burgundy, it depends on what color of hair dye I used.
I do not remember what my real hair color is, but I know I’m not a blonde. I had
always been slim with brownish green eyes. I inherited my eye color from my mother. My mother, Maria, was Irish/Mexican
and my
dad Scott, was Caucasian. I have a younger sister
name Caroline, and she is also married and has two children. When I wrote this
Diary, both of my parents are deceased. May God rest their souls. They died during
the global pandemic of 2020. My dad died a few months after my mother.
I have three children, all daughters. My oldest daughter’s name is Sarah, my second
daughter’s name is Salem and my youngest is Shari.
Yes, they all have names that start with the letter
as my name. Before I continue, I want to clarify that this diary is all about
the affairs, infatuations, and relationships I engaged in throughout of my lifetime.
You can take
this diary as a confession of sorts, although I doubt, I would ever be forgiven
by certain people if they ever read this. I am dead, and it doesn’t hurt me, however
it might hurt those who will discover my secret.
Despite of everything, I am and always will remain
the person people knew and loved regardless of my flaws. No one’s perfect and not
everyone walks the righteous path so I do have Haters
that will always judge but that doesn’t matter, not anymore. There was a time when I believed everyone has
a soulmate, a spiritual twin, somewhere out there.
Finding him
or her may take a person a Lifetime but people do find each other, some do. When
I was much younger, single, I used to watch soap operas and loved them. I always
wondered if I would ever find my Knight, my Angel, my Soulmate.
Before I get
ahead of myself, I must talk about my first crush. This will not justify my
actions later in Life, but I suppose it sheds some light on the kind of person
I once was.
Let me
see, where do I start, ah yes, with my first crush. I was in high school, and a
boy named Alex Romero, was my first big crush. He was somewhat popular in
certain circles.
He had
dark brown hair, light brown eyes, clear skin and was about five foot five at
the time. Of course, he grew taller as the years progressed. He was perfect or
so I thought. I, on the other hand, had preteen chunk on my back side (junk in
the
trunk), as I defined it back in the day, and I had low
self-esteem, putting all that together with being shy, well those years were my
awkward years.
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