Hi friends, welcome back to my page.  I have family over today, so posting really quickly.  🙂

Anyhow, welcome back to my fabulous web page.  A place where writers come to converse with one another and I use as my magical doorway to step into my writing friends imaginary worlds for WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS!  (Did you read that with a wrestling announcers voice?  That’s what I was going for.)

Wondering who we are?  I’m glad you asked.

~We are a fabulous group of individuals that posts 8-10 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we “hop” around and leave comments on each other’s snippets.  We welcome EVERYONE’s comments.~

Here’s my bit, let me know what you think.  😉   (This one’s not out yet, still plugging away at it.)

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Favian screamed.  “You think you’re so good right?  The only fact is that you weren’t too good to sleep with me and unfortunately for you, Adriana is my daughter.  Do you really think a judge is going to agree to this, about you taking her to the United States to live with some man who will take my place?”

“Go back to the house.”  Sebastian said loudly trying to move me away from the fence.

“They already did.”  I said while clenching my fists.  “I have all of the paperwork that I need with or without your approval.  I’m her mother and what I say goes.”

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Hi friends, welcome back to my page.  This has been one long week!!!  32 hours of overtime and this weekend to recover.  I’m exhausted.

Anyhow, welcome back to my fabulous web page.  A place where writers come to converse with one another and I use as my magical doorway to step into my writing friends imaginary worlds for WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS!  (Did you read that with a wrestling announcers voice?  That’s what I was going for.)

Wondering who we are?  I’m glad you asked.

~We are a fabulous group of individuals that posts 8-10 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we “hop” around and leave comments on each other’s snippets.  We welcome EVERYONE’s comments.~

Here’s my bit, let me know what you think.  😉   (This one’s not out yet, still plugging away at it.)

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“Really Esperanza.” Favian responded.  “I find it amusing that you feel that way, when I have pictures that prove otherwise.”

“Favian, those pictures may have been from our wedding, but that was nearly two years ago.”  I retorted.  “Those pictures are nothing but lost memories that you are holding onto of the family that you could have had but chose otherwise.”

“Esperanza go back to the house.”  Sebastian said quietly.

“Puta!”  Favian screamed.

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Hi friends, welcome back to my page.  I had a fabulous road trip to New York last weekend, but so glad to be back home now!  In spite of all the fun, there is just no place like home.

Anyhow, welcome back to my fabulous web page.  A place where writers come to converse with one another and I use as my magical doorway to step into my writing friends imaginary worlds for WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS!  (Did you read that with a wrestling announcers voice?  That’s what I was going for.)

Wondering who we are?  I’m glad you asked.

~We are a fabulous group of individuals that posts 8-10 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we “hop” around and leave comments on each other’s snippets.  We welcome EVERYONE’s comments.~

Here’s my bit, let me know what you think.  😉   (This one’s not out yet, still plugging away at it.)

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“You know damn well what family I’m talking about!”  Favian screamed.  “Esperanza is still my wife.”

That did it, I had to come forward.  I walked to the gate and stood next to Sebastian, despite him holding up his hand as I approached.

“Go back to the house Esperanza.”  Sebastian said.

“No, I’m not going to standby and listen to this man leave a lasting impression on my family.”  I said, leaning toward the fence and eyeing Favian.  “My family,  you’re not my family Favian they are!”

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Hi friends, thank you for stopping by!  Sorry I missed last week, went into a keeping to my self mode for a bit.

Anyhow, welcome back to my fabulous web page.  A place where writers come to converse with one another and I use as my magical doorway to step into my writing friends imaginary worlds for WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS!  (Did you read that with a wrestling announcers voice?  That’s what I was going for.)

Wondering who we are?  I’m glad you asked.

~We are a fabulous group of individuals that posts 8-10 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we “hop” around and leave comments on each other’s snippets.  We welcome EVERYONE’s comments.~

Here’s my bit, let me know what you think.  😉   (This one’s not out yet, still plugging away at it.)

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I resisted the temptation to confront Favian, stepping closer and closer at the side of the bushes to get a better view of the two of them arguing.

“I know the name of my daughter.”  Favian yelled, clinging to the bars of the fence as if he was trying to break through.  “What kind of animal do you take me for?”

“What kind of animal don’t I take you for?”  Sebastian responded calmly.

“Sebastian Valencia, I will kill you if you ever insinuate that I don’t care about my family again.”  Favian said loudly.

“Family, you must be high! ”  Sebastian responded.

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Ok guys!  Let me explain the late responses last week!  I was in EMD training for three days followed by a test!!!  Eek!!!  Hoping I passed.  I don’t find out for a while.  It’s on a scan-tron and has to be graded by the proper authorities.  That training completely wiped me out.  First off, I had to drive far away for it during rush hour traffic, that in itself was a nightmare!!!  Second, I’m not used to sitting in a classroom for eight hours a day anymore!  Ugh!!!

Anyhow, welcome back to my fabulous web page.  A place where writers come to converse with one another and I use as my magical doorway to step into my writing friends imaginary worlds for WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS!  (Did you read that with a wrestling announcers voice?  That’s what I was going for.)

Wondering who we are?  I’m glad you asked.

~We are a fabulous group of individuals that posts 8-10 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we “hop” around and leave comments on each other’s snippets.  We welcome EVERYONE’s comments.~

Here’s my bit, let me know what you think.  😉   (This one’s not out yet, still plugging away at it.)

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“Of course I know what my baby’s name is.”  Favian fired back from the top of his lungs.  “It’s Adriana!”

I peeked around the corner just in time to see the guards step toward Favian to shut him up.  Favian stood there before them looking a mess.  His body looked as if it had deteriorated, he was so skinny that his face bore the early signs of aging, craters implanted to the sides of his cheeks and it looked as though he hadn’t slept in days.

“How did you find that out?”  Sebastian asked quietly, he had always been good at keeping his cool.  “Did you see her name on the paperwork my sister sent?”

I resisted the temptation to confront Favian, stepping closer and closer at the side of the bushes to get a better view of the two of them arguing.

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What’s new friends??  I set a new goal for myself for the month and that is going to be to get this story wrapped up and published.  Fingers crossed that my brain works with me, huh?

Anyhow, welcome back to my fabulous web page.  A place where writers come to converse with one another and I use as my magical doorway to step into my writing friends imaginary worlds for WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS!  (Did you read that with a wrestling announcers voice?  That’s what I was going for.)

Wondering who we are?  I’m glad you asked.

~We are a fabulous group of individuals that posts 8-10 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we “hop” around and leave comments on each other’s snippets.  We welcome EVERYONE’s comments.~

Here’s my bit, let me know what you think.  😉   (This one’s not out yet, still plugging away at it.)

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I tried my best to make out what Favian was saying, as he and Sebastian argued in the distance, glancing back as Gabrielle took a seat inside the house as she sat with Liliana and nodded at my sister so that she would keep an eye on her.  Liliana shook her head but then motioned for me to go, obviously upset with my need to put myself in an awkward position.

I turned and scaled the bricks of the house, walking as close to the front as I could without being seen.

“Who does she think she is?”  I heard Favian scream.  “She’s not leaving Colombia with without a fight.  Especially not with my baby, you can tell her I said that.”

“Your baby?”  Sebastian questioned him calmly.  “Where were you for the last year while my parents were raising her?  Do you even know what your baby’s name is?”

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Hi friends!  Nothing too new going on.  I’ve been taking advantage of the last few days of my kids summer break with them, enjoying the outdoors and what not.  They go back to school the first week of August!  Can you believe that?  Growing up in Chicago, I remember we went back the second week of September, sometimes later depending if the teachers went on strike.

Anyhow, welcome back to my fabulous web page.  A place where writers come to converse with one another and I use as my magical doorway to step into my writing friends imaginary worlds for WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS!  (Did you read that with a wrestling announcers voice?  That’s what I was going for.)

Wondering who we are?  I’m glad you asked.

~We are a fabulous group of individuals that posts 8-10 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we “hop” around and leave comments on each other’s snippets.  We welcome EVERYONE’s comments.~

Here’s my bit, let me know what you think.  😉   (This one’s not out yet, still plugging away at it.)

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It was early Monday morning when a car pulled up to the front gate.  Sebastian had just come over to have breakfast with us one last time before I headed back to the United States.  Chills went through my body the moment I realized who it was.  I could hear Favian’s loud voice shouting at the guards, which worried me because I had overheard Antonio telling my sister that Favian was in jail, just a few night before.

“Why don’t you guys go inside?”  I immediately asked Liliana motioning at Gabrielle and Adriana.

Liliana nodded, but gave me a worried look.  Sebastian immediately rushed to the gate.

“Leave it for your brother to handle.”  My sister whispered to me as she picked up the baby and headed inside with Gabrielle following closely behind her.

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Welcome back to my fabulous web page.  A place where writers come to converse with one another and I use as my magical doorway to step into my writing friends imaginary worlds for WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS!  (Did you read that with a wrestling announcers voice?  That’s what I was going for.)

Wondering who we are?  I’m glad you asked.

~We are a fabulous group of individuals that posts 8-10 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we “hop” around and leave comments on each other’s snippets.  We welcome EVERYONE’s comments.~

Here’s my bit, let me know what you think.  😉   (This one’s not out yet, still plugging away at it.)

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The moment Gabrielle set eyes on Adriana, I knew there was no turning back.  The two were inseparable.  I smiled as I watched Gabrielle pushing Adriana on a swing at the side of the house.

“Isn’t that the cutest thing?”  I asked my sister as we sat down for tea on the patio.

Liliana attempted a smile as she stared at me for a moment without saying anything, making me extremely nervous.  By the way she studied my expression, I felt like she was looking into my soul.

“She doesn’t know, does she?”  Liliana asked suddenly.  “Have you told anyone that Adriana is actually your baby?”

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Hey friends!  Thanks for coming by.  This past week has been one of new experiences for me.  I received my first homicide call, which was really scary.  It shook me a bit, but it has definitely made me appreciate life that much more.  I haven’t really had a chance to get too much writing done this week, so next week that will have to be one of my major priorities.

Now, let’s get down to business with this weeks Weekend Writing Warrior post.

~We are a fabulous group of individuals that posts 8-10 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we “hop” around and leave comments on each other’s snippets.  We welcome EVERYONE’s comments.~

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The moment we got off the airplane, I saw my sister standing by herself at the gateway.  I was so surprised to see her their alone that my heart skipped a beat as Gabrielle and I approached her.

“Mucho gusto.”  Liliana said, extending her hand to Gabrielle before I could introduce her.

Gabrielle raised her eyebrows and extended her hand to great my sister, nodding her head as if to say the same.

“She doesn’t speak Spanish.”  I muttered.

“Yo lo comprendo.”  Gabrielle said quietly, turning to me.  “My mother is Puerto Rican, I can speak fluently.”

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