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| Francesca, with Billy & Brian at Fran´s Quinceñera |
Saturday, the 17th
of November, was a very important day for me. I turned 15 on Monday the 12th
of November, but my birthday party was on the 17th. In Latin America,
turning 15 is a really important event; it is when you fully turn into a
‘señorita,’ or a young lady.
It is usually
celebrated as a HUGE party! The quinceñera (lass turning 15 years old) wears a
really poufy princess dress, which is usually light pink, but doesn’t have to
be.
The parents invite all
of their family and friends. It’s like a wedding in that way - the birthday
girl usually does something with her dad, like dancing a waltz. There are
usually 14 special people representing one’s 15 years of life.
It’s a big thing, but
I’m getting ahead of myself… Before my
party it was disaster, just like a wedding… Everyone at the house was stressed
out, trying to get everything neat and tidy. On the actual day of the
celebration, the cake was delayed by 20 minutes, which in turn made us late for
every other appointment!
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| Franny getting ready for her party |
The tables and chairs
didn’t have transportation… the center pieces were nowhere in sight… Everything
had been moved a step behind all because of the cake! We had to go shopping for
the food and then go to the salon; I was in the salon for four hours just
having my hair and makeup done!!!!
Mum, Lorenzy, and I
were dressed up and took some photos in the mall with granny on a little
Christmas chariot covered with beautiful fairy lights. It was really
embarrassing, but the photos turned out pretty!
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| Francesca taking a ride to the ball (or just having one) |
We took off our
dresses in the car and went back home where the disaster was. Anna was stressed
out because she was doing all the decorating, our house looked amazing! Anna is
an awesome big sister! I don’t want her to leave!
The place looked
really good, the tables were neatly arranged around the pool, and fairy lights
were in the trees. The center pieces were little plastic hearts sitting on top
of a square mirror with candles to the side in a little glass cup with purple
beads.
All the Trickers
(talented teens who live with us) and dancers were putting on their purple
shirts and black pants with reflector strips on the side. I was trying to drink
a lot of water, trying not to get a head ache. I was starting to get nervous,
“what if no one comes!?” “what if the cake got squished in the car?!” “What if?
What if???!”
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| All the boys |
I started to get my
dress on at 6pm. I put on the under skirt that was bigger than the door, then I
tried to put on my purple poufy dress. I couldn’t get it past my head because
of my hair, so I had to take off the under skirt, step into the purple dress and
then pull up the under skirt.
I felt like I couldn’t
breathe for five minutes while granny tied up my dress with a purple string,
sot that I looked just like a princess!
After the troubles
with my dress I slipped on my high, HIGH heels. I walked around a bit to get
used to them which probably wasn’t the best idea! My feet began to hurt, but
the show must go on.
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| Francesca and her family |
Before I knew it
people were coming in and saying “You’re so pretty!!” I went to the front to meet the people who
were coming in. There were problems at the front gate and I was so dumb to go
and get involved! I decided to just leave it to Nestor, the guard, to sort out
and go enjoy myself.
That night was the
night that I will remember for the rest of my life… Dad singing ‘love was made
for you and me’ with the letters of my name… The Trickers and the dancers doing
a dance mix up (it was really funny, especially the part when Yordy started to
head bang in front of me!). We danced and just had a load of fun that evening.
I will never forget that night, and even the cake was perfect too!
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| Franny and her cake |
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