Narrative of Quinceanera - 910 Words

From a Little Girl to A Young Woman Linda Rosario English 1A Professor Abra Mcdowell July 14, 2010 From a Little Girl to a Young Woman . The day of my Quinceanera started early. I had just turned 15 and it was the birthday I had always dreamed of. I was always a dama in other Quinceanera’s, but now it was time for my own celebration. In Mexican culture, a dama is just like a bridesmaid. I had 14 of my closest friends as my dama’s to be a part of my â€Å"court of honor†. All 14 girls wore beautiful hot pink dresses and had polished hairstyles. The girls looked like beautiful dolls. When my mother was a little girl she had two Quinceanera’s. One celebration took place in Mexico and the other here in California. Looking back at my†¦show more content†¦Somehow, I managed to keep a smile on my face as if I had no fears. The ceremony included Bible verses and singing. I received six gifts from my aunts and uncles: a Bible, a bouquet of flowers, a ring, a bracelet, a rosary and a tiara. Each of them was blessed by the father. Each gift I received held a meaning: closeness with fa mily and with God, and the passage to womanhood. Later that day, the celebration continued with a party at Eagles Banquet Hall. As the festivities started, I was so happy about the night to come. My court of honor was introduced as they led me into the celebration. We started out the night by performing a traditional Quinceanera march. It was a choreographed routine that we practiced for five months leading up to that day. My father came out with tears in his eyes and softly removed my ballerina slippers from my feet and replaced them with a pair of woman’s heels. With tears in his eyes, he grasped and hugged me so tight it was as if he didn’t want to let me go. My father and I started to dance the traditional father daughter dance. As the song was coming to the end, my father whispered in my ear, â€Å" You’re a beautiful young woman, but you will always be my baby girl.† At that moment, tears filled my eyes and I realized how much love my father had for me. I will always remember that moment for the rest of my life. My birthday was celebrated with a wedding style cake and 15 candles marking my age. It was 15 different tiers with 5Show MoreRelatedWomen Empowerment : Cisneros s Woman Hollering Creek942 Words   |  4 PagesWOMEN EMPOWERMENT Cisneros’s â€Å"Woman Hollering Creek† The lion s share of Woman Hollering Creek is described in the third-individual omniscient voice. The narrative voice that depicts Cleofilas life in Mexico, her dad and siblings, the ladies companions With whom she tattled in her town, talks in longer more melodious sentences than the story voice that portrays her life and musings in Seguin, Texas. The opening sentence peruses: The day Don Serafin gave Juan Pedro Martinez Sanchez consent to