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off your own supply but with that life style comes certain risks and temptations and he allowed himself to be tempted by the very product he sold which led to him developing a drug habit. My mother’s jewelry, clothes and furniture would come up missing and on top of the abuse I think that pushed her to her breaking point. I never seen him hit her but I would hear them argue and I knew that something was wrong. He would walk out and slam the door behind him and she would end up crying.
                  After being in and out of jail so many times he was finally deported back to the Dominican Republic.
                  From what I gathered based on what people would tell me, Orlando was very tall, he was self centered, very conceited, he liked jewelry and money and he loved to dress well. I would definitely say that I have some of his traits. Without knowing my dad I know a lot about him and I sense that in some ways we’re probably very similar. I feel like the personalities of him and my mom were like water and vinegar and with that mix they got me. I’ve been told that my temper is like his, that we both have a short fuse and ironically enough; whether it’s karma or just some cruel twist of fate, the same way he would abuse my mom turned out to be the way that I would eventually be treated by someone I loved and trusted.
                  Unlike my father, I’ve always looked up to my mother. I loved the way she wore her hair, her makeup and the way that she dressed. Her makeup consisted of a little eyeliner and this red lipstick that had a silver/gold like shimmer to it. Her skin was the color of caramel that to this day is still flawless. She used to wear Jordache jeans, Sergio Valente and black or white Reebok classics. Her beautiful hair was always long and curly with bangs and sometimes she would pin it up in a Mohawk. I used to stare at her as if I was looking at an angel, my mother is still the most beautiful woman in this world to me and even when I’m all dressed and dolled up I feel like she’s beyond anything that I could ever be.
                  On Christmas mornings she would watch us open our gifts and then she would immediately have to leave and go to work. I would act up and throw tantrums after she left until eventually she heard how her absence affected me and it led to her decision to start bringing her work home with her. This was a little out of the ordinary because she was a house nurse for people with cerebral palsy. I saw her sacrifice to be home with us as another way of her extending her love and her heart to people other than her own family because most of the time her clients didn’t have anyone to look after them or they had been abandoned by those who claimed to love them when their disease became too much to bare. Pretty soon Rocking Ronny and Shirley became staples in our home.
                  Every weekend she would open the windows and the door to our apartment and we would dance around the house cleaning while she cooked and sang from the kitchen. She would cook everything from arroz con gondule, arroz con pollo, chuleta, tostone con mojito, to pasteles de platano. The smells from all of the delicious Spanish food would draw in our neighbors and soon our home was filled with people dancing and singing and just having a good time. That’s the kind of person my mother was and still is. My mother taught me how to be a people person and what it was like to have people love you.
                  One thing that I really respected about her is that she never put a man before us, she would always let the man in her life know that we came first and that if they didn’t like it, there’s the door. My mother was the sole provider my mother began to work more and since her work schedule was opposite of ours, we rarely saw her. When we would wake up to go to school, she would already be gone. Still I admired