Archive for the ‘Holiday’ Category

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Letter to My Father

June 16, 2013

What It Means.

This letter was produced around when my mom left my dad. I had gathered their documents related to my sister’s ACS situation to organize. My father pressured me to give back his documents. He thought I was trying to mess things up for him. I wanted to help. His tone got me upset. That feeling got me to write this letter. I gave this letter along with his documents, that I organized by dare and summarized on sticky notes, in a folder. I don’t know if he even read it.

July 27, 2011

Dear Father, Daniel Tejada Sr.,

I’m writing you this letter because you never let me talk, never listen to me, never hear me out. I don’t know where that comes from, but I hope it stops for the betterment of yourself and the people who love you. If there is one thing I learned in my lifetime, it is that with written words, no one can shut me up. If you don’t read this letter, it’s your lost, not mine.

First, let me say that I’m not siding with anyone when it comes to my mother leaving you. But I will say she has chosen the wrong time to do something like this. I’m highly disappointed! Why? Because I’m feeling as your daughter isn’t being placed first. I could care less about what you and my mother are dealing with personally right now because my sister’s #1 to me in all of this, just as she should be #1 for you.

She’s been feeling hurt by all of this. She feels like you guys don’t care, like you guys don’t love her. I know this is true because she tells me this. I’m the only one she truly expresses herself to. She might seem fine on the surface, but she’s not okay deep down. I can relate to that because I used to do the same thing when I was her age.

Let me say that, I’m proud of how far you have come. It brings tears of joy to my eyes. It warms my heart to hear you talk about your program, how you enjoy it and how it impacts you. I feel this way because I don’t even ask you about it first. I smile when I see how much you’ve gain weight and how much life you have in you.

You fighting your demons is so inspiring and empowering to me. One thing I’ve always feared was you passing away before you get to see and hold my first child, and even before I get married. I feel like God is granting me a great wish. I feel like God is working for you. He’s with you! If there’s one thing I learned in church and know is true, it is what one of my inspirations Martin Luther King said in a sermon entitled “A Tough Mind and a Tender Heart,” “[God] does not leave us alone in our agonies and struggles. He seeks us in dark places and suffers with us and for us in our tragic prodigality.”

Don’t close the door on Him. Reach out to Him. Don’t close the door on me. I’m with you. I’m here to help you anyway I can. All I ask is that you treat me with the same respect you want from me. I’m not a child anymore. I’m an adult who has a job, his own place, paying his own bills and can feed himself. I don’t deserve to be talked down to or have someone talk and talk without trying to hear me out. Don’t call me if you’re not trying to talk to me like I’m a human being.

I know you’re hurting. I know what you’re feeling. I’ve been there before. Things do get better. I have faith! Stay strong. Keep it pushing. Peace be on to you. God bless!

Your namesake,
Daniel Tejada Jr.

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The Only Connection

November 1, 2011

Before the Drama


As I go into November, I’m reminded of how I don’t have the one connection with my parents. That connection is food. That’s all I had after my grandmother’s death (God bless her soul). In addition to that, Food was the only connection I had to my Hispanic identity. I grew up with Black people and went to school with them. I was one of them. Most of my friends were Black. I just dated Black women. It wasn’t until I started working where I work at now that I gained a sense of who I was. But, I did discovered that Blacks and Hispanics aren’t that much different. Poverty knows no color.

Starting from junior high school, I was on my own. My parents weren’t invested in my education or doings. They were too busy worrying about their beer supply. They were too busy arguing and taking those arguments to another level. It takes more than food and housing to be a parent. But yet, the food always warmed my heart.

With the food I was fed, I felt that love I craved from my parents but never got. My parents couldn’t give me anything of material worth, but the food was enough. The food could have replaced the emptiness that I was feeling if my parents weren’t arguing and taking things to another level. I still remember the taste of my favorite dishes such as hamburgers and pork shoulder. There sure wasn’t anyone who could hold up to my mother’s cooking.

When I moved out, my mom would always lure me back to her home to eat. Food was rebuilding my relationship with my parents. But I don’t have that anymore. I don’t have the special birthday dinner which was the dish of my choosing. I always looked forward to Thanksgiving. But I don’t have that anymore. For the first time in my life, I don’t have a home to go to for the holidays, not even a girlfriend’s house. This saddens me.

But I digress. The person I know who is going to have a hard time this holiday season is my little sister. I’m going to try my best to make it special for her. She’s all I got. I ask you all to pray for her. I hope you all see this and hold your loved ones tight. Be grateful for them. Thank God for them because some aren’t as lucky. Have a great holiday season, brothers and sisters. Stay strong. Keep it pushing. Peace be on to you. God bless!

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On this Day of Giving Thanks

November 26, 2009

Why Couldn't the President Pardon a Turkey of Color? I'm kidding.

I’m sure that all of you are aware of what this day really is. When the Pilgrims came to America, they had a fest with the Native Americans to give thanks to each other and God for getting the Pilgrims there safely. Unfortunately, the happiness ended. The Pilgrims killed the majority of the Native Americans. Very few Native Americans exist today. As a result of this mass murder, the American government has given the Native Americans their own land and they receive many benefits such as help with the cost of college. Sure, this is great stuff, but think about the thousands who died.

America has removed itself from what Thanksgiving really is. It moved to being a holiday where people give thanks to their loved ones and God. Today, give thanks to everyone in your life and thank God as well. Sometimes we forget to do that. Pray and honor the Native Americans. Pray for those who don’t have it as good as yourself especially those who don’t have a home to go to tonight. Donate your time if you’re not doing anything. Go to Google or http://service.gov/ to look for something to do. You don’t have to make this about yourself and family. Enrich a stranger’s life.

Today, I’ll be eating with my family. It will be the first time in about three years. I’m excited. Before I fill my belly, I’ll be at my church serving dinner. What am I thankful for? God for giving me a new day everyday and getting me to where I am at today. I’m also thankful for friends and family who keep me sane and shower me with love.

Today, go out and be great. God bless you all.