Memoir

Borderline

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Embedded essay. Word count: 1,350. The bullet-riddled walls of our house were a reminder that our rented property lay on the boundary between two rival gangs, embattled in a property war, each claiming this territory as their own. These walls were also a reminder that our beds were a luxury best enjoyed in the middle of the afternoon, when gang warfare was unlikely. I suppose that cholos had day jobs just like everyone else.

14 thoughts on “Borderline”

  1. This is so beautiful and well-written. I hope you write a book some day, because I will be first in line to buy it.

    1. Thank you very much. That’s so sweet of you. Truth be told, this blog is an experiment to see if I have a memoir in me. I do plan to publish one soon.

      1. Karen says:

        From the entries I’ve read here, I’d say you’ve definitely got one in you. Write on!

  2. What an amazing story. The way unfolded was quite engaging.

  3. Stacie says:

    Your writing is amazing, Obed! I’m sorry you had to grow up in a scary place, and I’m sorry about your dog.

    1. Thank you Stacie. It was scary, but after a while it becomes the norm. As for pets, I didn’t get another one until my senior year in high school. Had pets ever since and I obsess over them a little too much. 🙂

  4. This was stunning, Obie <3 Words fail… <3

  5. Lala Rukh says:

    That was such a wonderful story ! More than amazing…Loved the details when he was cutting the fruit and others. I hope you are having good days 🙂 Love you loads xx

    1. Thank you Lala. Life is good 🙂

  6. LaTonya says:

    Enjoyed. Appreciate the pacing and detail.

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