The New M.E. Generation











My high school friend graduated a year before I did. My brother was on the same class and attending the graduation without him being there was a somber night for me.

This period represented a new stage in my life. My friend and brother were going away to college in a few months, which meant I would be alone at home with mom and my Senior year would start.

I was looking forward to this time, but was also lost of what to do with education and myself, especially when he was away.

I felt somewhat lost without my support system. And my insecurities about my intelligence and grades for my college application had me on the edge.

I kept thinking how in spite all he did he managed to get to the school of his choice. He knew exactly what he wanted to do for a career and how he would make it happen. Me, I didn’t have a clue what to expect for dinner that night.

The last memory I have of my friend during this time was of him coming to terms about ending high school, but glad he would go away from all this and start engaging in what he really loved.

He legally completed his studies, but don’t recall that he received the diploma. I believe he mentioned having to get a lawyer so there would be a record filed in school and Education Department that he had completed all the high school requirements.

That made me even more sad and puzzled about life in general and of witnessing this happening to someone I cared about.

That’s probably why I was overwhelmed; my mom had high expectations of me, my brother was the center of attention for always, and my mom was trying to adjust to this major change at home.

The summer went normal. I would see my friend at the pharmacy whenever I could. I don’t recall saying good-bye in person. I probably did over the phone and holding back my tears. After all he went through to finish school, the least I could do was to be supportive towards him and not add any additional pressure.

I do recall that when he and my brother left, I sat at my room looking around and thinking, ‘now what?’ It wouldn’t be the first moment that I felt that I was totally on my own without someone to hold my hand to lead the way.

It was as scary as when my ‘x’ walked out the door for good. Thinking about it now brings back this feeling, but incredibly I managed to overcome it all and stay in one piece.

So why am I still sad? Because I miss my friend and it hurts losing the friendship. This is not what was meant to be, but as he and I have done, I will hold my head up, knowing that no matter what, I will make it through this time and will be just fine.

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Dina and Madelyn give me a look of ‘say something!!’

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Ricky, what’s your name?” asked he.

“I’m Emma, and these are Dina and Madeline,” said I while introducing them to him. “Pleasure to meet you as well.”

I don’t remember what was said beyond the usual small talk when meeting someone new, but I did make the effort of including my girlfriends in the conversation.

Ricky was very nice and polite, but I felt totally awkward. This whole dating game was all new to me, and had no idea how to behave.

I had dated and married in my homeland, which was an entirely different country and culture. And now all I could do was look around and feel totally inadequate of how to even hold up a conversation with any guy.

Looking back I thought my life would go on a stable flow, with no complications and not that many changes. I knew it was not going to be easy. But I never thought, not even in my wildest dreams, that I would end up where I was right then: alone, scared, facing the world on my own, without someone next to me holding my hand while leading the way.

Yep, right now it’s me against the world, including this guy sitting next to me.

So, what do I do now?

Some divine intervention please…



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