jennie anne

a long time ago, in a place far, far away (The Bronx, 1989) a fair princess was born. She was named Jennie Anne, a play on her grandmother Juana’s name. Never had there been a more beautiful baby girl born and she was LOVED by all.

Jennie Anne had a fairy godmother…namely me:) i loved her ferociously. This is the story:

Our family stories are so convoluted, as most dysfunctional family histories are. Maybe if i make a bullet list timeline of all the events it will be easier to follow. Here we go….

1968: i was born. My maternal grandmother and her youngest daughter(Titi Fanny) take charge of little baby me. it was a good thing and i was very loved.

1979: after a series of moves between New York and Puerto Rico, the trio moves to The Bronx one last time. Titi Fanny meets Big Carlos and they decide to get married.

1981: Grandmother Juana and tween me move back to PR, Titi Fanny stays in The Bronx with Big Carlos after they get married and move together into a basement apartment in Castle Hill.

1983: Little Carlos is born. Teenage me comes to NY for vacations and LOVES little carlos.

1986: Teenage me graduates HS and goes to college at UPR. still comes for vacations with the Perez family.

1988: Still teenage me decides to drop out of college due to being broke and moves to The Bronx with the Perez family i.e Big Carlos, Titi Fanny and Carlos Jr. i get a job, start partying and go back and forth to PR due to a shitty relationship. Titi Fanny becomes preggo with Jennie and is super sick.

1989: i go to PR for a few weeks and miss the birth. so very, very SAD:( i break up with my shitty boyfriend and stay in the NYC for good. in the meantime i turn 21 and take care of the kids. my cousin Tito and i baptize Jennie in the winter and she is the most beautiful chubby cabbage patch baby. we wear matching bubble hemmed dresses. i loved the eighties.

1990: i meet G and plan a wedding. Carlos Jr is seven and Jennie is one.

1991: G and i get married and i move out of Titi Fanny’s. We stay in the neighborhood and eventually move into 2125 Holland ave.

the nineties are a big blur of being a newlywed, working as an optician and building a family. Through it all we remained a family unit. it was a very good decade. Carlos Jr. and Jennie grow up and i have my first two children. Grandma Juana moves in with us.

2000: G and i move to Staten Island. It was a sad time because we moved so far away…

and the Perez Family moves to Florida. that was seriously far away.

it was a sad time. G deployed, i have another baby, Grandma Juana goes with The Perez Family and just like that we are left alone in The NYC. Like i said, it was a sad time.

the 21st century found us all dispersed. my family grew, The Perez family grew, we had losses but we always managed to remain a family. we went to Florida every year for vacation and saw the kids turn into teenagers and then eventually we had jennie’s quince, carlos jr’s wedding and everything that came in between.

somewhere along the way we lost contact with jennie. it was a stupid thing, some dumb misunderstanding that led to us not talking for a long time.

such a dumb thing and so much wasted time.

and then, one day, she answers a message on facebook.

it was all good again. she came to visit. we talked and it seemed like nothing ever happened.

the only thing that i will always hate is that i missed out on so many firsts in her life.

but she is back. we message on facebook and instagram…social networks are a beautiful thing sometimes.

this is the new us:

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and it is all good again.

we pick up where we left off and we continue because it is what we do.

jennie is on the edge of big things. we all are. we are moving into new places in our lives. hopefully, with a little luck and a lot of work, we will all move together:)

i love you, jennie and i am proud of the woman you have become. you grabbed onto a dream and you never let it go. when did you grow up?  Let’s never, ever lose our connection again, ok?

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