Mi Vida Loca

I was at my aunts tonight for her BDay party. I bought her a spanish CD that I thought she would like and picked up a copy for my mom. When I was telling her about it though she started to really bug me.

You see, my mom has never translated for me. Never. It makes me think she doesn't really know how to speak spanish, like this whole time it's just been one big lie. And when she does translate to me it's always wrong. It pisses me off because I can't figure out if she's lying or just too damn lazy to translate. Mentriosa.

When my aunts translate though it's always correct, and I hear them speaking to her in spanish. When we go places my mother holds whole conversations without pause and no one ever looks at her like she's crazy or just speaking in tongues so what the hell is her problem?

Then again my mother also doesn't tell me stories about growing up, or translate my Great Grandmother's conversations for me either. As a result I have no real idea about our history and all the spanish I know I learned from a textbook. It ticks me off that I have always been in contact with my Grandmother and I am the cousin that knows the least about her.

Typical afternoon, my mom and Nana (grandmother) talk for four hours. At the end of the afternoon I ask my mom what they talked about, my mother says, "oh that old lady is crazy. She just wants me to dye her hair."

What?

That took four hours?

So tonight I am telling her about the CD and she acts like she doesn't know anything I'm talking about. When I go to explain it to my aunt she knows all of the myths that the songs are about. WTF?