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Ana Maria

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Tell you’re proud of just how proud you are Pat on the back

My younger sister Ana Maria moved to Poland nearly 30 years ago. She started a new life working as an economist at the then extremely poor country that was struggling to emerge from decades of communism. But her passion was to help people, especially young women and girls to open up more opportunities in life. And now she is completely dedicated to them. She has worked extensively in fundraising to build centers for her girls. Hundreds are benefiting from their work and the work of his team. Recently, a Polish Culture Society has dedicated recognition in a social event which was attended by the former leader of Solidarnosc, and former Prime Minister Lech Walesa. I’m proud of my sister, because she had the courage to leave the comforts of home to go to an unknown country without means, just because she wanted to help people. I am proud of her because she has done many good works always thinking about the people who may need help. and now I’m happy because she has seen the gratitude of the people she’s helping.

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Eli

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How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s), or any other person you’ve known for a long time — if you only met them for the first time today?

My older sister has become lately my best friend. Above all now that we are together sharing our efforts in taking care of our mom who is very sick and paralytic,  so she needs our help for everything. She is a very pragmatic and resolute woman, cheerful, positive and with a golden heart. I am emotional, idealistic, depressed, and I have the head in the clouds. She helps me decide what to do when I’m perplexed or my emotions won’t let me think properly. In some way I have known her recently with all this problem with my mom’s sickness. Till now she was for me like a perfect model. The person who could solve any problem. Always sure and solid as a rock no matter what the difficulties. Now I’m getting to know her better. She has doubts like me about what to do, out of love for my mom. we both want the best for her and it’s not easy. Taking care of a completely paralysed person is difficult for everyone. Mom suffers, and we get tired. Sometimes, my sister needs to lean on me. I’m trying to be strong. For the sake of Mom and for the sake of her. Eli. My  older sister. She deserves it for all she has done for me.

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A painting

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What’s the best present you’ve ever received that was handmade by the giver, not store-bought? Tell us what made it so special.

Christmas 2007. I had just moved to my new apartment. My sister surprised me with her gift. A painting made by herself. She’s an artist. She likes the naïf style. I was expecting something like a landscape or a rural scene, full of colours, but instead she surprised me with a portrait: my dad as a young man. She got inspired in an old picture in which my father appears looking towards the horizon from the deck of a ship.

She knew that everything about my father is special to me. I miss him so much! No matter how long have been since he passed away, it seems it have been yesterday.

I miss his blue eyes and his smile. I miss his good sense of humor and his wisdom. I miss our long talks and our quiet walks.

Now the portrait that my sister made has a place of honour in my home.

 

By Hand.

 

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Gomiguan

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Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)

I don’t remember having an imaginary friend, but my younger sister Ana had one. He had a name – Gomiguan- and he was pink, although he was invisible for everyone except for her. She had insisted to set a place on the table for him next to her for dinner and I don’t know how my mom accepted. I guess it was because Ana was the youngest in the house, her baby girl. Ana had big conversations with Gomiguan, and spent a lot of time playing with him.

I remember that my older sister was a little concerned with all that. She thought it was lasting too much.

One of those years, we received as a gift a kitty. My older sister had an idea and said to Ana, pointing to the little animal: Look! Gomiguan has become a cat. She looked a little confused for a few instants but soon began to run after the kitty, calling him Gomiguan!, Gomiguan!.

From that day my sister stopped talking to the air, began to play with the rest of us and there were no need of an extra place in the table for an invisible friend.

 

Imaginary Friend.

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Family

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How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s), or any other person you’ve known for a long time — if you only met them for the first time today?

You mean knowing they are family? I think I’d get along beautifully.

I have some experience. For a long time I’ve been forcefully separated from my family in Croatia. I met my aunts, uncles and cousins for the first time when I was 28 and I traveled for the first time to the Country.

I found lovely people, very happy to meet me after so many years. There were from the beginning some complicity and confidence you can only find in family bonds. We instantly got along very well despite we were technically complete strangers to the point that we needed pictures to recognize each other at the airport.

We are a close family. No major problems among us.

What would happen if I met for the first time my sister today not knowing she’s family? I’m sure I would try to become her friend, because I admire her so much because of her attractive personality, her good humor, her smile, and her virtues, that I’m positive she would leave a great impression on me from second one.

Delayed Contact.

 

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Christmas Eve

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What is your very favorite holiday? Recount the specific memory or memories that have made that holiday special to you.

Christmas eve. December 24th was a magic day. My older sister arrived home from Madrid where she was working. We were finally all together. We missed her so much! My parents got separated by force during twelve years after she was born. So there is a big gap between her and the rest of us. We, “the four small ones” adored her. When she left us to go to work in Madrid it was a complete tragedy. Every time she returned home we celebrated as a great festivity. But the day had to begin without her.

Early in the morning we began to decorate the house with the little things we had crafted with mom’s direction the precedent Sundays. Mom was the decorator in chief. She made us feel we were the important ones in all the process, but she was the one doing the job before going to the kitchen to fix dinner. It was an exhausting day for her. Then we all went to help dad trimming the tree full of lights and candles and setting the scene of the grotto.

According to the tradition we set the scene under the tree. The tree represent the life and the light that emanates from Bethlehem, so our “little Bethlehem” representation was always under the tree. Every year our “little Bethlehem” was different. Dad made a little grotto with clay or wood pieces painted by him and set an elaborate landscape made with sand and little pebbles to mark paths and moss to represent fields of grass with figurines of sheep grazing here and there. There was even a river with real water in it and a clay made bridge over. In the grotto we set carefully the clay statuettes of the Virgin, St. Joseph and the Child Jesus, and around the shepherds, the Wise Men with their presents and the angel. The angel was a statuette my dad liked very much. It was beautifully done, delicate.

When we were finishing and my mom was busy in the kitchen, my sister arrived. Big joy and excitement. She usually took us out for a walk. Wen we came back my dad was at the main room “talking with the angel” about us and our gifts. Closed doors. We waited impatiently outside, excited. When the angel had left the presents and was gone, my dad began to light the candles on the tree and the “little Bethlehem”. We could see the lights lighting one by one through the door’s crystal panels” It was the sign that we could enter. The room was only illuminated by the candles. We could see in the twilight our beautifully wrapped gifts, but we knew we had to wait to see what the angel had brought us. It was a magic. The twilight, the shiny parcels, the smell of moss, clay and candles, the excitement. My dad read the Gospel and we prayed. Then we all sang an ancient beautiful Croatian carol and only after that we turned on the lights to finally open our presents.

We all had late dinner and plenty of time after dinner to play with our new toys before was time to go to midnight Mass. It was a very solemn celebration with a beautiful liturgy and music. We met there all the other families, our friends and neighbors and wished them Merry Christmas.  When we arrived home we were ready for bed after such a long and exciting day.

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