para mis padres
By Amy Montoya when i fell off my bike and scraped my knee you guys picked me up and took me to the bathroom. one of you rubbed alcohol on my cut while the other put a bandaid on it and kissed it better. when i had nightmares and couldn’t sleep at night one of you checked the closet and under the bed for monsters while the other read me a happy goodnight story. when i was sad and felt ugly in the skin i was born in you guys were there with me and didn’t leave me alone until i was happy and could look at myself and say that i am beautiful. when the boy i loved broke my heart you guys picked up the broken pieces and threatened to make him feel the hurt that i felt. you guys had an extra eye out on me when i rode my bike again. you guys prayed the monsters under my bed would also get out of my head. you guys made sure to tell me i was stunning even on the days i felt my worst. you guys made sure the next boy to enter my heart would take his shoes off before coming in; would greet me hello and learn how to knock. And now that i am older. And i am aware of the monsters you guys have, I can’t help but feel useless. I can’t stand not knowing how to repay you. I feel like every little thing i do adds up and i can’t stand acting like a monster. I try to do what i can to stop it, but every time i throw a pebble its breath knocks me down again. so how do i help? where do i kiss and how do i make it all better? why can’t i put a bandaid on this? why can’t i seem to repay you guys for what you did for me? how did you guys do it? you guys made it look so easy. Amy is a Junior at FHS. She enjoys writing in her free time. She wants to become a writer at Rutgers University.
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
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