Matadora de Generacion

Mother always said “one day , you will be someone great” . “ One day , you will accomplish all that you desire , and you will be of who you aspire to be”. I have no brothers or sisters it is just me and my mom since my father died . Where we are from , to make my dreams come true would be such a bitter sweet feeling . All before me in my family , have lived the legacy my dad , his father and his father .I just wanted to make them proud and follow in their footsteps. As my dad always said , “if there’s a path , take it. Wether it be dirt or roses there is bound to be a beautiful waterfall at the end”. Those words stayed with me all the way to my first chance .

I remember it like it was yesterday. “ Introducing Matadora de generacion” you could just hear those words echo through the whole arena , the voices of crowds getting louder and louder , endless applauses. My hands started to sweat and shake as I made my way to the pen. I dusted my jacket off and pulled up my pants , I had to get them to fit just rite before this moment. There were flashing lights everywhere I remember thinking “ all of this for me ?! Don’t blow it” I repeated to myself . The gate lifted and that bull came shooting out of the pen , my legs trembling, I ran as fast as I could and missed his horns by a second or Two.

I bolted to the other side of the arena and waved my red cloth , he locked eyes with me and charged forward , dirt flying in the air from the bottom of hooves as he accelerated faster and faster with the most harsh look of determination on his face . Again I slid out of the way feeling the wind from his bodies speed trickle up the back of my jacket , I felt a chill so strong my teeth chattered for a second as I regathered my thoughts . Then I heard “you can do it son” but it wasn’t my mom that I heard. It was my dad , he was jumping , and cheering and yelling , I couldn’t believe it .

I started to hear hooves racing towards me as strong as a drum , I looked up and saw he was coming at me again. The nervousness I felt had left my body completely . I was no longer afraid . I remembered what my dream was and knew this is how I would make it come true. So I grounded myself . Digging my feet into the dirt , with beads of sweat dripping down my face . I could see him galloping from the other side of the arena directly to me . I wiped my forehead and took a deep breath. The crowd still yelling and chanting it felt like the arena was shifting . He got closer and closer and rite before he made it into me , I dropped the red cloth ,reached for my sword and stabbed the beast rite in the heart.

The arena dropped in silence . This was the same bull that took my fathers life , “how could I not” I thought to myself . blood all over my clothes and face , I wiped my face and pulled my sword out of the beast . I held it up , and the crowd belted in applause . I looked over to my dad as I walked up to the gate to the exit to claim my prize. I could see him racing through people to get to meet me at the bottom of the arena steps , I stood there watching and couldn’t help but to smile . Pushing almost everyone out the way , he had his arms opened so wide , so I opened mine ready to feel that embrace and as soon as we touched he disappeared.

I woke up, tears running down my face. They wouldn’t stop . It hurt so bad “why out of all dreams I have would he be in this one” I thought . I got up , threw the sheets off the bed and went marching to my mothers room heart broken . I stopped walking turned around and went back to my room closed the door and cried some more . I didn’t need my mother to see me cry I needed to be strong just like my father and do as he said , to walk my path wether it be dirt or roses . Part of walking my path is it will always have obstacles , but As long as I always remember who believes in me I can accomplish anything.