Te Encontraré – PART IV

(To read PART I, go HERE.)
(To read PART II, go HERE.)
(To read PART III, go HERE. )

This story is about to get even more telenovela-ish. Are you ready? Ándale pues…

Te Encontraré – PART IV
~Wedding Plans~

Things were going well between us. I didn’t know what the future held, but we were happy together. Then one day we learned that immigration law would soon change, making it more difficult for an undocumented immigrant to adjust their legal status – even if they married a U.S. Citizen.

Laying on the bed talking, we decided we needed to get married before the law went into effect to ensure we could stay together. It wasn’t a romantic moment. There was no surprise, no shaking hands to slide a ring onto…no ring.

Carlos reached into a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a little box. He had shown me this box before, and I knew that it held a gold necklace which had belonged to his deceased father – Carlos did not even wear it himself for fear of losing it – it was that precious to him.

“No tengo un anillo, pero…”

He held out the open box with the necklace in it. I shook my head and told him it was okay, that I couldn’t take it, but he kept insisting. Finally, I took the box with the necklace and thanked him, but then promptly put it back into the drawer when he wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t want to lose it, and I reasoned, if we were getting married, the necklace would soon be in a drawer next to a bed we both slept in anyway.

Laying back down, we sighed and stared up at the ceiling. There was a problem. Though my parents knew I had a boyfriend named Carlos, (who they thought I was spending way too much time with), they hadn’t met him, and I certainly hadn’t told them that he was undocumented. I doubted they would give their blessing – Not because they aren’t compassionate people but because they are reasonable people. Even Carlos and I knew we were doing something crazy.

We needed to make wedding plans – and these wouldn’t be the plans that other brides get to make. We wouldn’t discuss dresses, flowers, or cakes – instead we tried to think of how we could convince my parents that our getting married was a good idea.

And so, if we hadn’t already been foolish, immature, reckless and impulsive enough, we came up with a plan. We decided an “accidental” pregnancy was needed to ensure things went our way.

Hold on,
Hold on to yourself,
for this is gonna hurt like hell.
Hold on,
Hold on to yourself,
you know that only time will tell.

-Sarah McLachlan / Hold On

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Go Read: PART V

Posted on September 29, 2010, in amor, Corazón, el macho, Familia, marriage, Salvadoreños. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Tracy,

    I love the series of how you and Carlos met, and the quotes are so very cool. Making me all melancholic. How beautiful a love story the two of you share…may it be blessed for many years to come, amiga!

    Juan

    • @ Juan – It is melancholic in some ways, but I promise it has a happy ending :) Thanks for your blessings, Juan. I wish the same for you.

  2. When I read about the necklace, and “no anillo,” I thought of these lines from a traditional Mexican song I adore.

    “Yo soy como el chile verde, Llorona,
    Picante, pero sabroso.”

    The best things in life challenge us to make great effort, but we reap the rewards. Clearly, you and Carlos have done this.

    BTW, the name of the Mexican song is “Llorona”…

  3. You have serious Balls lady!! No way!!! You two were seriously in love. The things we do when we are in love…. I love this- I have to say his necklace means so much more than a stupid ring. Trust me :-)

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