Lydia Galvez

What Happens to a Lonely Neighborhood?

Does the neighborhood get jealous when other neighborhoods are glad, or does it get sad? Does it get happy when the sun rises or does it get frightened when the darkness of the night comes out? When you hear those howls from dogs like wolves looking for fresh neighborhoods to frighten or scare their butts out of their spot, what do you think?

My neighborhood gets creepy; it sometimes get wild because the people in the hood get crazy and it makes it look like a mess. Sometimes it gets depressed, like me when I have a lot of problems that I can’t solve by myself. It looks lonely when no person’s there, like me; most of the time I’m lonely and it makes a person feel bad. It hides from view in back of the social neighborhoods just like me when I have no one to say hi to. My neighborhood hides behind the popular hoods, the social hoods, as I hide in my room.

My neighborhood seems to be the oldest in the city. Not just because of its loneliness or the gangsters around, but the people that live around. Some have lived there for over 30 years. One person has lived there for 42 years. My friend is 63 years of age, but I don’t care. She is my friend and that’s what matters.

In my hood, not everything is old. There are still kids running around, teenagers doing things that they are not supposed to, and teenagers like me trying to succeed in a weird world. Others are dropouts because many get pregnant or can’t keep up in school either because they do drugs or because they have to work to keep their family going. The teenagers and dropouts are the ones that make the most trouble in the hood. They go and steal at whatever house they think that is decent, that looks rich and that doesn’t look bad. Most of the people that live in my hood are not rich, nor poor; they are not clean but not dirty. It’s not the loudest, but not the quietest, but it is lonely and scary. In what way, you might ask? My answer is in every way. It looks long forgotten, like a spooky hood, like there’s no one. Sometimes you hardly get to see a dog in there. The only time you will see a dog walking by is if the dog is going to the park.

I’m not exaggerating either. Some people pass by to go and play in the small but big park. I say that because the park can look big with lots of people, but it could look small and creepy when it’s lonely and when it’s dark. It can look happy when people play and make parties, but it could look more forlorn when no kid dares to go to the park, when I don’t dare to go to the park.

In life, I have paths and journeys to discover. I’m still on one; I’m on the journey of finishing school to get a good job for my future, and I think that my neighborhood is just a bonus and a good one too. Instead of living in a cozy house, I could be living in a group home, or maybe in any other street with the homeless. That’s why I’m thankful for having a house and a family.

So does a hood get jealous when other hoods are glad or does it feel sad? Does it get happy when the sun goes down or does it get frightened when the darkness of the night comes out. What about yours???

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