#solas is still earning dad rights

[rosella-writes]

RO! GIVE ME CUDDLY SOLAS, RO! I mean, ehem, for today's prompt: Solas x literally anyone for "feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling" PLEASE?

@bluewren and @plisuu asked for this too! I decided to keep it platonic and make it Solas and Tulin, since I've wanted an excuse to write this for a while. 💚 Thank youuuuu. For @dadrunkwriting

Relationship: Solas & Tulin, father and son Rating: G Words: 648

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Papae’s voice sounds different in the Waking. 

Of course, now Tulin knew that this was his papae. Before, he had been the Walker, his teacher, the one who’d found him in the Fade and taught him to dream. Tulin had shown him how he’d learned to turn into a mouse, just like Kieran taught him, and he’d sounded just as proud then as he does now. 

Tulin yearns for Solas’s praise. He wants so badly to be near him, but is sure he has to earn it somehow — maybe if he brings an interesting fact he learned, or a new talent, or maybe even a newly-sprouted, rare plant from the garden. His heart still pounds with the knowledge of who he is, and why he’s here, and what he means to Mamae. He’s afraid he’ll do it wrong, whatever it is. 

But Papae seems to be able to tell, and smiles softly at Tulin when he tries to tell him a story Tulin knows Solas already knows. He puts out his hand, as if asking for a hug, but something in his eyes pulls him back. Tulin can tell, right now, that he’s being very careful. 

“Da’len,” he begins, “do you remember the time you showed me how you changed shape?”

Tulin nods and sets aside a tomato sprout in its little cup. It rests just fine on the table in the rotunda — the room Mamae had shut up years ago, only to open it when Papae came back. “I can do it again! It’s easier now. Not as easy as when I’m dreaming but yeah!”

“Do you remember when I held you in my pocket?”

Tulin does. He smiles at the remembrance of how warm and safe he’d felt there. 

Papae sits on the old chaise against the wall, and he crosses one leg over the other and clasps his hands over his knee. His eyes seem old and kind when he nods and says, “Will you show me again? And may I read to you a while in that shape?”

Air whooshes out of Tulin’s lungs. “Oh. Oh yes, that’s okay.”

He’s afraid to show how much he wants that. He doesn’t want to seem too eager, or in too much of a hurry — but he’s never turned so quickly into a mouse before in his life. His fingers itch with the speed with which the magic overtakes them, and the sudden sense of smell almost knocks him dizzy. But before he can orient himself with his new surroundings, a large hand plucks him up from the ground. 

“Incredible, da’len,” Solas hums. “I have not seen such a rapid change since… well, you performed that so naturally I would have thought you had always had the gift.”

The world spins as Solas leans back, and when he’s released, Tulin realises he’s been set upon Papae’s worn-out sweater. Papae’s leaning back in the chaise now, a book in his hands and resting against his belly. Tulin is thrumming with pride, and doesn’t feel so sheepish anymore, so he trots up the length of Papae’s chest and settles under his chin. 

This is nice, he decides as he curls up in the warm curve of Solas’s collar. Not the same as in the dream, but nice. 

Papae keeps his voice low and quiet when he begins to read, as if he’s aware of how sensitive Tulin’s ears are in this shape. His narration of his book is a low rumble, one that Tulin can feel through his whole entire body. He can’t help how sleepy it makes him, even as he tries so so hard to stay awake — he feels safe here, lulled by the vibration of his papae’s voice and the warmth of his shirt and the soft, familiar smell of paper and green, growing things. 

Yes, Papae’s voice sounds different here. But it’s nice. Still nice.

[echoes-sounds]

I have little Lavellan brain rot

Literal child Inquisitor, around 15 years old, despite looking young they assume at first he is an adult because he has Vallaslin. Not that it would have mattered much given he is the only one capable of closing rifts. But! It means they only realise he’s a literal child after he is dubbed Herald of andraste

He got his Vallaslin early, he was an ex-slave who had a difficult time settling into clan life and fitting in, so his guardian suggested he get his a few years early. He was mature enough (though because of trauma), his guardian also died at the conclave

His magic only manifested a year prior, so he is an untrained mage but does know a bit about using daggers

So to start with he can’t fight for shit, has to rely heavily on the party meaning one bonus inner circle member is dragged around (so four instead of three)

While in haven the inner circle and advisors are much more protective of him, he still goes on missions mostly because none of the others can close rifts but they are much more carful with him

He still becomes Inquisitor out of necessity, the masses have grown fond of the herald of andraste and it’s doubted they will follow anyone else HOWEVER, the advisors have a much more active role in decision making, essentially Little Lavellan is the poster child

Solas becomes a father figure/mentor to him and the two gain a really close bond over the course of Inquisition, Solas fends off his nightmares and teaches how to wield his magic and also how to safely commune with spirits.

Cassandra is like a cool big sister who teaches him how to properly hold a sword even though the things are too heavy for him, sometimes they’ll spar with wooden swords, she’s surprisingly gentle with him, she also reads to him. But obviously not swords and shields and will skip over any questionable chapters in other works.

Dorian frightened him at first, he is a Vint and thus dragged up a lot of little Lavellan’s trauma. But gradually Dorian earns his trust and the two become good friends though not best friends like you do in the game. Still they’re fond of one another.

Cole and little Lavellan are fast friends, Cole is an utter weirdo and Lavellan really likes that. He appreciates what Cole is, he is compassion and thus wants to help. He also appreciates that there is someone else to get confused over things people do sometimes. Lavellan spends a lot of time around skyhold helping cole to help people

Sera and little Lavellan are partners in crime, they get into all sorts of mischief together, from pranks to down right rule breaking there is no one he would rather get in trouble with.

The Iron Bull is fatherly to little Lavellan, but he doesn’t see him as a dad more of a super buff uncle. Lavellan enjoys hanging out with the bull and the chargers, he had a similar issue with Krem as he did to Dorian but it was much more fleeting given now down to earth Krem is. The bull has tried to give little Lavellan dating advice but has been shot down by just about everyone else and they tell him not to do that.

Blackwall was close with Lavellan, they would make things together, chat about the Grand Tourney and jousting. But when Lavellan found out what Blackwall did he found he couldn’t forgive him, he couldn’t face him and thus left him to his chosen fate.

Vivienne is surprisingly motherly to little Lavellan, but in the cold step mother kind of way, she fusses over him, his image. She does care for him but they often conflict in opinion and she often doesn’t respect him because of his age.

Varric and little Lavellan get along like a house on fire, they’re the best of buds. Lavellan loves to go ask the dwarf for stories and will often seek him out for advise. Varric let him shoot bianca once and there is still a hole in his chair from it. Varric also teaches Lavellan the best card games.

Hawke - as a result of being read stories and told stories by both Cassandra and Varric, Lavellan became a huge fan of Hawke’s and when he got to meet them he freaked out so bad, and despite Cassandra’s anger to Varric he chatted her ear off about it for ages.

[merrybandofmurderers]

hey so forgive me if you've already told me this, but yuo's a blood mage, right? what caused him to turn to blood magic? does he feel guilty about it, considering the stigma surrounding it, or does he say fuck all that jazz? and have there ever been lasting consequences to using blood magic? sorry if that's a lot, thank you ily :)

no no no, i LOVE answering questions!! yes, yuo is a blood mage (and also a battle mage, a pretty good combo imo, but also one that’s hard on his body). he doesn’t really use blood magic a lot, just when he really needs it (and obviously when he’s in the inquisition, he REALLY tries to be discreet, which being a battle mage covers up for).

there’s only a few ppl he openly uses blood magic around at first (solas, cuz he gleans it from their magic convos and won’t out him despite their contentious relationship; cole, cuz he reads yuo’s mind basically; bull, cuz he figures it out and doesn’t judge yuo for it).

SO. the backstory. yuo’s mom died when he was 19, just before he received his vallaslin, which has always weighed heavy on him. his dad died when he was.. 22? i think? (both of them die in skirmishes with humans, which is where his dislike of humans really started). the death of his mom he was able to handle somewhat cuz he had his dad and his sister.

when his dad died, his sister did not handle it well either, so yuo was a mess. at that time is also when he and his sister adopted three young elves who were orphaned. he was desperate for more power to protect his loved ones, so he asked his keeper (newly appointed and his sister’s best friend) for permission to learn blood magic. she was worried what he would do if she denied him, so at the next arlathvhen they found him a hahren to teach him ethical blood magic.

he never expected himself to turn to blood magic, becuz blood magic is not widely accepted among the dalish. but he accepted it becuz he figured it would help him (he ultimately comes to the conclusion that nothing he does can protect his loved ones, but he doesn’t stop using blood magic becuz it does make him stronger.)

around his clan he didnt need to hide it. they understood his grief and trusted him. he only really learned the necessity of discretion when he fell in love with a human apostate and trusted him to teach him blood magic and then was betrayed by him (which is the root of his trust issues).

this didn’t stop him from using blood magic, but he realized how careful he needed to be, and the lasting consequence from that was his trust issues which has definitely impacted him negatively. aside from that, as i said, his combined specs are hard on his body, which have left him with recurring pain as well as needing to treat his scars regularly.

(EDIT: okay so i tried to put a cut here to make it not so long, but apparantly tumblr does not like them anymore so i had to remove it to save the formatting :/ thanks tumblr

EDIT TWO: apparantly removing the cut did NOT save the formatting it just put the cut at the beginning :))))

i talked a bit about about the effects of his specializations here, and i talked about his blood magic and grief allowing him to relate to alexius here.

dorian, sera, and blackwall find out about his blood magic during the reclaiming of suledin keep. they agree to keep his secret but it’s a rough process of acceptance for all of them, especially dorian.

these are some excerpts of the confrontations dorian and yuo have about yuo lying about his blood magic

“Have you ever used blood magic on me?”

Dorian hates himself for asking. He hates himself because he knows the answer will be no, it must be. He asks anyway.

Lavellan stays quiet so long, Dorian starts to hate him more than he hates himself. Dread and genuine fear coil in his gut.

“Once. Only once. In Coracavus, when that darkspawn hit you. Dorian, I was afraid you were going to get the Blight. I couldn’t—” He stops, breathes. “That was the only time. Just, to stop the bleeding, keep it clean. Nothing more than I do for myself.”

*

“I don’t understand why you think you need it. You’re powerful enough already—”

“No, I’m not, Dorian. Don’t you understand? I’m not powerful enough—I’ll never be powerful enough. And I have to remember that, I have to remember… nothing will ever be enough. I have to hold onto that every time some fucking demon thinks it can use me by promising to give me what I want. When a demon promises to give me back my parents, to protect my sister, my clan, to save everyone I care about, to keep everything I have—I need to remember that it’s not enough. I have to accept that. Because if I believe—if I hope—for even a moment that there might be some power capable of that—of restoring what’s lost, preserving what I have—I won’t be able to fight them. I have to know it, that no power will ever be enough; I’ll never be enough.”

and here is when yuo ultimately tells dorian the story behind his using blood magic

Dorian sat next to him on the battlements. “Who was it? That you were wrong about?”

Lavellan was silent for a long moment, then, “His name was Rory. He was an apostate.”

“A human.”

“Yes, human. He wasn’t the first I’d been with, though. He wasn’t special… in that way. That wasn’t… a red flag for me. Then. It’s—” He sighed.

“Let me start from the beginning. My mother died when I was nineteen, just before I received my vallaslin, my father when I was twenty-two. My mother’s death, I managed well enough. But when my father died… Anavi didn’t know how to deal with it either. She… closed off. And it was hard to be around her because she reminded me so much of them. She looked just like him but acted just like our mother. It was a mess, we both were, but especially me. I didn’t have anything to—to tether me. I was so desperate. Every night I had these horrific dreams of losing her.

“What I wanted was power. That’s what everyone wants when it comes to blood magic, isn’t it? The power? To protect my sister, my remaining family, my clan, I decided I needed more power. But I was going to do it right. So, I went to our Keeper and asked permission to learn blood magic. Our Keeper by that time was my sister’s closest friend and knew me well. She knew I wouldn’t disobey her if she forbade it, but I needed something to hold on to, and if she didn’t give this to me, she was afraid of what could happen to me. What I would do.

“That year, there was an Arlathvhen. My Keeper found a hahren for me to learn blood magic from. I told you it is not widely accepted amongst the Dalish, but it does happen. So, I lived with this hahren’s clan for a time to learn from them. It got me some space from my sister, from the grief. And they gave me the instruction I needed. The power I wanted, but still drawn from our beliefs. It would have been so easy for me to get twisted, but my hahren guided me, showed me what to do. They reminded me what my magic was for, kept my head on straight. A few years later, I returned to my clan—sooner than I meant to, sooner than perhaps I should have, but another of the clan had died; I needed to be with them, so I went.

“That winter we settled near a village, and that’s where I met Rory.”

Lavellan was silent for a long time, staring into nothing. Dorian sat quietly, watching his somber profile.

“Rory wasn’t special,” he finally continued, “he wasn’t different. He was easy to fall in love with, and I did, and more than that, I trusted him. I didn’t hide my blood magic from him, and he asked me to teach him. I’d already been showing him some magic; he hadn’t really had anyone to learn from. I never thought his questions or intentions were strange or sinister. To me, blood magic was just magic you had to be a little more careful with. So, I taught him.

“Well, the Templars caught him. I don’t know what he did, I don’t know if he actually used blood magic—or any magic—in front of them, if they just suspected, or what. I don’t know if he hurt someone, I just know that they found him, and the reason I know that is because he sold me out to them.”

He sneered. “He told them I had seduced him, bewitched him, used my magic on him, whatever. I’d tricked him into it, coerced him, forced him to use blood magic. All the words that meant he couldn’t be culpable. My clan had been there for several months, and our welcome was already wearing thin. I don’t know if he mentioned them specifically or if it was just me, but the Templars, of course, wouldn’t be taking chances.

“No one died, no one was hurt, but we had to leave, unprepared. And I don’t know what happened to him. All I know is that I loved someone and trusted them, and it turned out I was wrong, and because of that everything I ever cared about protecting almost…”

His hands clasped together, white knuckled. “So, this time the stakes are a lot fucking higher, aren’t they? I’m not going to compare the two of you, because there isn’t any comparison to be had. I was younger then, and eager to be in love with him, and I fought for so long to not feel for you the way I do, but still I love you more than I thought I’d ever love anyone, and once you earned it, my trust in you has never wavered—and that’s why I won’t hate you if you decide you can’t accept this, or—or forgive me, or move on, because you deserved to know and I didn’t tell you.

“Creators, Dorian, if it were just me, I wouldn’t have thought for a second about it. But in this position, it’s not just me—it never was, but he really fucking drove that home for me. My people will always come first, because no matter what, they’re a part of me. I will never be just me; I will always be Dalish. My people will always be there, and I will always have to care about them. However much more love and trust I had for you, the fear was even greater, and I couldn’t—Dorian, I almost lost them, and it was my fault because I was wrong about someone I loved, and I couldn’t take that risk again, I couldn’t. And that’s all I can say for myself, is that I was afraid.”

(please forgive any typos, these are first drafts u.u)

[vvakarians]

Walk Tall- A FFXV/DA AU

Chapter One: In which the Crown Princess sets out to marry her betrothed and she says goodbye to her father for the last time ---------------------------------------- The King's voice echoed out across the large throne room, striking all four of those standing before him, rattling the bones within their chests. But none more so than his daughter, the Crown Princess, Calliope. Her eyes did not defiantly watch King Aurelian, they kept themselves perfectly lowered to the base of his ornate throne; out of anxiety and a sobering respect. She couldn't truly imagine what this was like for her father, letting go of his only child so that she may go out on her own, let alone be that her destination was some place rather rocky at the moment. Haven was not know for it's peace, not since the Empire had taken it. It certainly weighed hard on her own heart. "The decreed hour has come. Set forth with my blessing, Princess Calliope" For a second Calliope did not register her fathers words and bowed at the last chance she had, trying to keep herself calm. Truthfully it would be liberating to finally leave the castle but it was a bit sickening to think of leaving King Aurelian. He was all she had known, even if he hadn't always really been there. It hadn't been his choice to be born into royalty anyway, just as it hadn't been hers. "Thank you, your Majesty" she said, with as much volume as possible. Really it came out much too quiet. "Take your leave and go in the grace of the gods" Her fathers words had never been softer but Calliope didn't have time to think upon his tone, and quickly acknowledged before turning on her heel. Of course she promptly almost bumped into Inka, her bodyguard the moment she dared to leave, who scrambled to move out of the way. Calliope felt a pang of embarrassment and guilt prickle her skin as she made a mental note to apologize later. She had completely forgotten that her friends had even been behind her. No doubt Calliope would get picked at for doing so by either Arthur or Halla, the other two companions besides Inka that were to set out with her to Haven. Most definitely the pick would come from Arthur, always on about knowing your surroundings. The sound of the others footsteps began echoing behind the princess as they each departed from their bow to Aurelian. Calliope didn't pay much attention to letting them catch up with her as the anxiety and anticipation of the journey felt like it would burst through her skin at any moment. After all it had been pretty long since she had seen Haven, not since that day of the attack...At least Solas would be happy to see her when she arrived. That thought didn't last too long as Calliope felt a lean arm wrap around her shoulders; she briefly hoped they were at least out of view of her father now. She quickly glanced upwards to see Halla walking beside her, all dark hair and gleaming eyes, always the more touchy of the three. At least for now she was smiling and not worrying. "Looks like you forgot we were there" "It's kind of hard to remember that three other people are behind me when they aren't even breathing", Calliope murmured, gently shrugging off her friends arm. "Your dad can be scary! He was being extra serious than usual" "Yeah well that only accounts for /you/ being deathly quiet, not the other two who have known him since they were kids!" Both Inka and Arthur had joined beside Halla and Calliope as the princess took a stab at them, Inka feigning hurt. "Oh Princess, you wound me. It was you who should have been more careful, you know I freeze up when His Majesty is being /serious/", the woman dramatically placed both hands over her heart as if she had been quite literally stabbed. That action brought a grin to both Arthur and Halla's faces, earning only an exasperated sigh from Calliope. They continued down the palace halls until they came to the large front doors that guarded the castle of Denerim, Calliope's anxiety growing larger and larger as they approached. Of course she would never have said a word but Arthur seemed to catch on, one of his gloved hands coming to rest softly upon Calliope's shoulder as they slowly descended the steps from the gilded doors towards their car. The princess drew some comfort from Arthur but it still didn't help knowing that her father would be all alone while she was away. He never really did well when he was by himself, that of which she knew. It was getting harder for him to walk everyday let alone make sure the Wall around his kingdom was at full capacity. Watching the black, sleek car inch closer and closer to her wasn't doing much help either. The royal staff had mentioned it was having issues before they were scheduled to leave, it looked stunning but it could break down at a moments notice if they weren't careful. Arthur would absolutely be driving for a good portion of the trip. "Wait, your Highness!" a familiar voice called out from the top of the stairs, stopping the four friends in their path. Calliope turned around just as her father and his Commander of the Kingsmages, Merielle Amell, came to rest a few steps above them. The woman had an arm laced in the Kings, helping him down the remaining steps to his daughter, barely making eye contact with Calliope. She never really did seem to care much about warmth. Every fiber of Commander Amells being radiated cold, but King Aurelian seemed to like her. It helped she was a beauty to rival that of most of the nobles, and she was a decorated war hero. "What is it, your Majesty?" Calliope asked, casting a weary glance at Amell. As usual her face was blank. When the princess looked back her father was on his own, stumbling down the last stair and a flare of panic made Calliope reach out for him, only to have Aurelian wave her away. A softness had settled across his usually harsh features. "I'm afraid I've left too much unsaid. You place a great burden on those who would bear with you" "You're one to talk", Calliope shot back with slight amusement. While she was away he would be hosting the Emperor and his lackeys from Tevinter, it wouldn't be a walk in the park for him either. King Aurelian looked past Calliope for a moment, a slight smile tugging at his lips as the pair approached the princess' companions. "I do not ask you to guide my wayward daughter, merely that you stay by her side" "Of course, your Grace", Arthur instantly replied, bowing gracefully as he had practiced many times. It almost made Calliope laugh the way it was a knee jerk reaction. Inka on the other hand seemed just as amused as her charge. "We will see the princess to Haven if it's the last thing we do" "Yeah what she said!" Halla chimed in nervously, bowing almost in time with Inka's slight gesture. Now it was getting really hard for Calliope not to laugh, at least now her anxiousness had died down. With a smirk she turned back to her father, fixing a fond gaze on him. "Well, I do hate to break this up but the motors running. I don't want the car to suddenly turn to junk," she chuckled and then waved at Amell, "He's in your hands Amell!" "And another thing! Do mind your manners around your charming groom to be, will you?" Aurelian interrupted, flashing a wink at his daughter as she looked back. This time Calliope really did laugh, something genuine and well needed. Once again she ascended a few steps to her father, and took a deep bow. "And your Majesty as well. Try to mind yours around our esteemed guests from Tevinter" "You have no cause for concern" "Nor do you", Calliope murmured quickly, noticing the softness beginning to leave her fathers face. It was going to be much harder to leave than she had previously thought. "Take heed on your journey, once you set forth you can not turn back" Aurelian said, his tone nearly commanding it. Calliope took a step back, her hands placed upon her hips as she felt a little offended, "You think I would?" "I need only know that you are ready to leave home behind" "Dunno about you but I'm ready as I'll ever be" Once more the princess turned away, hoping that would be the last of it, but a warm hand upon her shoulder brought her back. The King had that softness to him again but it was sorrowful sort of sadness, one that confused Calliope deeply. "Take care on the long road. Wheresoever you would go the line of Lavellan will follow. Dareth shiral, my daughter" Ah there it was. A long winded goodbye, as usual, but it still pulled at Calliope harder than she had thought. Her own pale hand lifted to her fathers shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. "Dareth shiral, papa" ---------------------------------------- Thank you to @judicaels , @lorspolairepeluche, and @lesbiananders for letting me use their characters. Sorry if it's kind of choppy right now, I wanted to crank this out and I'm a bit tired. I'm trying to get a feel for this AU as well. I may have directly quoted some parts of the beginning because it's JUST TOO GOOD 👀👀. More to come absolutely. And shout out to @onceuponaprime for taking such a big interest in this au!!

[kaitestimonios]

Aurelia De los Santos

Aurelia De los Santos was born and raised in, Mexico and she is thirty-seven right now. She and her family were among the many families in Mexico to live with so much poverty, which is really hard. Millions of immigrants came, including Mrs.Santos to The United States to have better opportunities and jobs just like this woman did and was able to succeed but many others don’t have as much luck on their side. It also is one of the most difficult tasks for immigrants to just cross the border which thousands get deported back. Once many of the immigrants are able to cross the border just like Mrs.Santos did, another task was that she and many others had to learn to work because of the poverty they still have to go through. Working was one of the many challenges that immigrants like Ms.Santos had to overcome so they are able to have comfortable living and food in the table.

                                                Spanish version

Today I will be interviewing my Mom to know more about his past story and what she has gone through mostly because he was an immigrant, so I will be writing it in spanish and ask questions in spanish as well.

Question, What was the biggest challenge in your life and tell me in details - Cual fue el mayor desafío en tu vida y cuentame en detalle:

What was it like where you grew up? What was your childhood like?:

“Soy Aurelia de los santos, yo me acuerdo que mi infancia fue muy bonito, porque yo jugaba con mis amigos y iba a la escuela, y yo era muy grosera, y abese me pegaron porque yo me porte mal. Y de adolescente ya empezó a ir al baile y trabaja y conoci una amiga que quise mucho porque era muy buena, porque me comprada de comer y jugaba yo con ella pero ella se murió. Y fue la única amiga que tuve y que quise.

“EL; mayor desafío es aprender a trabajar porque yo no sabía cómo trabaja a los doces años yo empecé a trabajar a los doze anons y no sabie no hacer nada, no sabía como cocinar. Y el mayor es que tenía que trabajar y dejar a mis padres solitos aya en Mexico Puebla. Y luego me vine por aquí porque yo estaba muy acostumbrado y me dolio mucho y lloraba mucho porque ellos no estaban. Y otro era mira a mis papas como se emborracharon y no pude hacer nada para que ellos paren, y me dejaron sola y miralos perlados. Y otro es tener mi hijos y viendo creciendo y que los tenias desde chikitos.

Have you gone through any tragedies or events in your life that affected you? - :

“Pues la tragedia que tenido es que mi mama y mi hermano se murie. Y lo que mas me coste es para venir aquí y dejar a todos que estaban a México. Y perder una de mejor amigas porque la saltado y le pegaron y se murió. Y mira mis padres que se pelean muy muy feo y yo no podía hacer nada. Mira unos vecinos que sus ninos los abondano dado y luego los adoptados, y luego los pegan y yo no pude hacer nada.

Can you tell me about your religious beliefs/spiritual beliefs?:

“Ok mi religión es católica, y yo pase la primera comunión y me confirmaron y cuando era adolescente yo iba cantar la mananitas a las Virgen de la Guadalupe. Porque mis papás me enseñaron crear en dios y mi ensenando en la iglesia católica y me bautizado en la iglesia católica.”

What are the most important lessons you’ve learned in life?:

“Aprende a manejar, aprende a cuida a mis hijos, aprende a cuida a mi esposo, y que tengo ser fuerte para que mi hijos estén bien, y para que mi familia esté bien. Cuidar mi hijas como protegerlas para que no les pasen nada malo, y hablale les de la vida, como lo de bueno y lo malo para que ellas le puedan echar ganas en las escuela y que no sean como yo, que no estudie, y que aprenda de las vida porque hay mucha gente que viven el las calles sufriendo de frío y no quiero que eso les pasen a mi hijos.”

“Tienes cualquier historia, que te gusta?”, “ Una historia que mi papá me contó, que su papa del el vivía en el monet, y su papá encontró un baúl, y ese baúl lo miro y tenia lleno de oro, y les dijos as su hijos que no puedan abrir ellos, y su papá no obedeció. Y cuando abrió el baúl, y cuando lo abrió, todo el oro se fue. Y hay otra historia que alli en el pueblo, el santo está allí con caballos, y yo lo creo porque yo estab en un cuarto muy viejo, y dormía yo en cuarto entonces cuando yo dormia, yo schuba que esquina a esquina como el caballo iba corriendo y subiendo.”

“Cómo llegaste a América y que tan difícil fue en detalles? “Yo aquí llegué con mi hermano porque él fue a América, y pasamos en el desierto, y los difficil fue que éramos como cincuenta, y todos pasamos en un aven, y cuando subimos los dijeron y que los callábamos, y se me estaba fue el aire porque estábamos tirados y se siento feo. Y nunca me agarraron la inmigración policía. Yo pensaba que América iba a ser bonito, y que las casa iban aser bonitos, y yo iba a tener mi propio cuarto, puede nada de eso fue cierto.

“Cómo defienes America?” :Yo paro lo miro que si es la pena estar quia porque si me dijeron que yo me iba Mexico, no me iba. Y yo me gusta a estar aquí porque cuidan a los niños y tienen mucha ayudar, y mis hijos tienen más oportunidad a estudiar más, y puedes comprar las cosas más fácil como comida, hamburguesa, o pizza, porque alla en Mexico todo la comida alla era muy caro, porque en méxico gana un mil a mil doscientos pesos y si tienes cuatro hijos, no solo tienes que comprar una comida pero dos son ochocientos pesos, y entonces no encasa la comida y falta muy poco. Y aqui en America puede alcanza para mucho para ayuda.

                                                      English Version

Today I will be interviewing my Mom to know more about His past story and what she has gone through Because I was mostly an immigrant, so I will be writing it in Spanish and ask questions in Spanish as well.

Question, What was the biggest challenge in your life and tell me in details - What was the biggest challenge in your life and telling detail:

What was it like Where you grew up? What was your childhood like ?:

"I'm Aurelia of the saints, I remember my childhood was very nice, because I played with my friends and going to school, and I was very rude, and ABESE hit me because I porte wrong. Anda teenager and started going to dance and work and met a friend who I loved very much because it was so good, because I bought to eat and I played with her but she died. And it was the only friend I had and I wanted.

"HE; biggest challenge is learning to work because I did not know how work the twelve years I started working at anons doze and not Sabie do nothing, did not know how cook. And the higher I had to work and leave my parents aya solitos Puebla in Mexico. And then I came here because I was so used and it hurts alot and cried lot because they were not. And another was looking at my parents as they got drunk and could not do anything to stop them, and they left me alone and pearlescent miralos. And another ishave my children and seeing growing and that tapeworms from Chikitos.

Have you gone through any tragedies or events in your life That you AFFECTED? -

"Well I had the tragedy is that my mom and my brother Murie. And what cost me more is to come here and leave all who were Mexico. And losing one of best friends because jumped and beaten and died. And see my parents who fight very ugly and I could not do anything. Look neighbors that their children given the Abondano and then adopted, and then stuck and I could not do anything.

Can you tell me about your religious beliefs / spiritual beliefs ?:

"Ok my religion is Catholic, and spent the first communion and was confirmed and as a teenager I was singing the mananitas to the Virgin of Guadalupe. Because my parents taught me create in God and my teaching in the Catholic Church and was baptized in the Catholic Church.

"What Are the Most Important Lessons Learned in life you've

?:"Learn to drive, learn to care for my children, learn to care for my husband, and I have be strong for my children are well, and that my family is well. Take care my daughters and protect so that they do not pass anything wrong, and talkthem of life, as good and evil so they will be put forward in school and who are not like me, not study, and Learn from life because many people who live on the streets suffering from cold and do not want that happen them my children.

""you have any story you like? "" a story that my dad told me that his the pope lived in the monet and her dad found a trunk, and the trunk looked at him and had filled with gold, and dijos them as their children can not open them, and his dad did not obey. And when he opened the trunk, and when he opened, all the money went. And there another story there in the village, the saint is there with horses, and I believe it because I stab at a very old room, and I slept in room when I was sleeping, I Schuba that corner to corner like a horse going running and climbing.

""How did you come to America and how difficult was in details? "I arrived here with my brother because he went to America and spent in the desert, and difficil was that we were like fifty, andall had a aven, and went up the said and that were silent, and it was I was the air because we were lying and feel ugly. And they never caught me immigration police. I thought America would be nice, and the house Aser were pretty, and I would have my own room, can none of that was true.

"How defines America?": I stopped him look if it's worth being quia because if I said I was leaving Mexico, I did not go. And I like to be me here because they care for children and have  to help, and my children have more opportunity to study more, and you can buy the easier things like food, hamburger, or pizza, because there in Mexico all the food alla it was very expensive, because in Mexico earns a thousand pesos in 1200 and if you have four children not only have to buy a meal but two are eight hundred pesos, and then encasa no food and very little missing. And here in America can reach forlot to help.