Foreign Love

"oh dios mio,my girls! Antonio!" mama said with her hand over her mouth, voice cracking and tears streaming down her cheeks, she hugged Julia tightly and then came to me and took me up in a very warm embrace, she pushed me a little aback and looked me straight in the eye with tears still glimmering in her beautiful brown eyes,"your mother would be very proud of you chiquitita." In that moment i could not contain my tears too,it was too much. We stood there and wept uncontrollably. I believe the tears were mixed with joy and also tears for my mother. My mother Diana and Julia's mother Tia were best friends each from two different opposite sides of the world. My mother was Zambian from Africa,she got a scholarship to study Architecture in the USA where she met Julia's mother,Tia who wanted to pursue a degree in Business Administration. They met in their first years and instantly became best friends,they could relate with each other so well and had so much in common. Tia is Latino from mexico,she crossed the boarder for educational purposes,her parents were wealthy but forsook her when she fell in love with Antonia a, simple boy,in a nicer term.His Mexican but resident of America. It became worse for her when she got pregnant for Julia,that was in her third year,the parents cut off all support from her and she had to drop out of school so she could find a job and help Antonio,he continued with his education,on part time though,working in between jobs until he finally graduated and took on a nicer job then they got married and had two more children. George 10 and Adriana 5.Tia never went back to school,instead she became a full time business woman venturing into different business realms,but that was later on,that was happening in between their beginning and our graduation. On the other hand my mother got pregnant too for my British father about the same time Julia's mother got pregnant.My mother helped Tia find a job when she dropped out of school at the same place she was working. unlike Tia,my mother did not come from a wealthy family,therefore she had to work to get by during her college days. My mother met my father at her workplace during her first year,their romance continued until her third year when she got pregnant. She was the most beautiful black woman. The real definition of beauty,beauty being diverse.Slim and slender with very luscious curves. Full nude lips and big brown eyes with very bushy eye browns and long eye lashes. She was a chocolate skinned black woman with a perfect height.She had kinky long black silky hair. she really was a wonder to behold and i carry most of her features. Mama Tia says i'm a direct replica of my mother,the only difference is me being light skinned and more beautiful,,I don't think so,i don't think they ever will be anyone more beautiful than my mother. She was intelligent too with the most amazing personality. Free spirited, outgoing and confident. My father was immediately attracted to her,they were a perfect match.He was a young British stud fresh out of college when he and my mother met and he was being groomed to run his fathers empire,only 22 and my mother 18,they fell in love immediately their eyes met,it was love at first site,but unlike most fairy tales theirs did not have a happy ending. Firstly my fathers parents did not approve of their love because she was black,it mattered to them and their high society life,secondly she was a poor black woman,they did not approve,they wanted him to settle for someone out of his social circle which he did. It tore my mother apart. He never gave her reasons to why he stopped loving her and why he never fought for her,he just walked out of her life.She gave her all to my father,including her virginity,which was a big deal for her coming from a a traditional christian family and he just walked away from her without even thinking twice about it. I was born amidst that chaos being mixed race. My mother eventually dropped out of school and lost her scholarship,she didn't want to go back home because she would be disowned by her aunt who raised her being an orphan,she instead stayed in the united states believing it would be okay and it was for a while although we constantly had struggles,but it reached rock bottom when she was diagnosed with cancer when i was 10 plus the heartbreak that she never got over she died,she wasn't strong enough and she left me in the world all along at the age of ten,eventually i moved in with the Rodriguez and i have stayed with them till this day,Julia and her siblings being my siblings too. it was a fair childhood, i can never complain,everything they had i had. I don't know if my father knew of me, all i know is after he left,he never looked back therefore i carried my mothers last name. My mothers relatives never knew of me either,they just buried her in the states and life went on....that's my story,the story of June Kayla.