My mother isn’t hispanic at all, so even though I am. But since my father is gone, I guess she never really thought that having a Quinceañera would be important to me at all.
But that never meant that I didn’t want one. My culture is still important to me, and I wish that I embraced it a little more. I wish that she would too.
That’s why, as I am planning for this traditional sweet sixteen, I am reminded that I never got to have a Quinceañera at all… and that I wish I could have had my Quinceañera instead of this sweet sixteen.
It’s not like I have friends that I could invite… but… but… I could wear a beautiful dress and I could get my last doll, have a tiara, a ceremony, and put on heeled shoes, and… and… so many other things.
Now all I get to do is get my picture taken with Winnie the Pooh, and a tiny cupcake with a candle stuck in the middle… (I’m going to Disney World for my birthday)
*sighs* If only…