Sowing Pearls ofWisdom Sowing Pearls ofWisdom - Literacy Suffolk
Sowing Pearls ofWisdom Sowing Pearls ofWisdom - Literacy Suffolk
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Mastics-Moriches-Shirley Family <strong>Literacy</strong><br />
Family <strong>Literacy</strong> Group<br />
The Family <strong>Literacy</strong> classes meet<br />
at the Mastics-Moriches-Shirley<br />
Library twice weekly during the<br />
school year. The classes usually<br />
consist of 10 to 15 non-Englishspeaking<br />
students, mostly mothers<br />
with very young children. The<br />
toddlers are separated and are part<br />
of a wonderful learning program<br />
directed by the library. In our class,<br />
we stress practical situations such<br />
as meeting with a child’s teacher,<br />
shopping, asking directions, making<br />
and keeping a doctor’s appointment,<br />
and applying for a job.<br />
This is the third year I have taught<br />
this program. Because I do not<br />
speak a foreign language, I would<br />
not be able to teach this class without<br />
the help of Carmen Gao and<br />
Maria Naupari. Both of these<br />
women are former literacy students<br />
who have now become tutors.<br />
(Eileen Sribnick, tutor)<br />
My Mom Is in My Heart<br />
By Maria J. Ruiz<br />
y name is Maria Jose. I was born in Spain. I came to<br />
the United States eight years ago. I live in Shirley, New<br />
York. I like this country.<br />
M I<br />
My two sons and my husband are my life, but my heart belongs to<br />
my mom. My mom is my friend, my sister, my confidant. My mom<br />
is part of me.<br />
I phone my mom two times every day. We talk about my sons, the<br />
house, the weather, food, and about me. I ask about my brother,<br />
my niece (the princess), my sister-in-law, my father, my aunt, and<br />
all the family. My family is very big.<br />
I have not gone to Spain for eight years. My mom comes every year<br />
at Christmas. She did not come this year, but that is another story.<br />
In 2003, she went to the First Communion of my oldest son,<br />
Samuel. In 2004 she came for his 5th grade graduation. She was<br />
here for three months at Christmas in 2006. When she comes to<br />
New York she brings energy that I don’t have.<br />
I love you, Mom. When I am with her, I love her more and more.<br />
I understand that I love my mom, my husband, and my sons. They<br />
are my life, but my heart is with my mom and Spain.<br />
Maria’s mother and Maria’s two sons<br />
44 READING FOR LIFE 2OO8 • Student Writing<br />
My Family’s Visit<br />
By Maria de los Angeles Vivian<br />
have lived in this country for five<br />
years with my husband. We have<br />
one daughter and one son. All the<br />
time we have lived in the United States we<br />
have not seen them. They live in Argentina.<br />
Last year in October, my children said, “in<br />
December we have a one week vacation and<br />
we will come and see you.”<br />
My husband and I were happy and nervous. I<br />
wanted my apartment to be beautiful. This<br />
was a special time for me.<br />
They came on December 27. We got up early<br />
in the morning and made a special breakfast<br />
for our family. The airplane arrived at 6 am at<br />
JFK Airport. They arrived at my home at 8:30<br />
Mom’s Arrival in America<br />
By Abida Sultana<br />
F<br />
ebruary 20, 2008, was a very<br />
special day for be because my<br />
mom came to America. My family<br />
and I went to the airport to pick up my mom.<br />
When I saw my mom at the airport, I felt<br />
so happy and excited that I could not<br />
express myself.<br />
Afterwards, we took her to my house and<br />
had a little get together with the rest of our<br />
family. I am thankful to my husband<br />
because he supported me throughout the<br />
whole situation.<br />
Mastics-Moriches-Shirley Family <strong>Literacy</strong><br />
am. The moment came and I had a lot of<br />
emotions. I cried and I was happy, very happy.<br />
My son and daughter were different.<br />
That week was unforgettable. I was happy I<br />
had my family with me. The week was short.<br />
We went to different places. We went to New<br />
York City and to Montauk to see the beach<br />
and to go shopping. On the last day, my<br />
friend and her husband drove us to the airport.<br />
The moment was not good because my<br />
children departed.<br />
I remember every day of that week; every<br />
small moment. I love my daughter, Gabriela,<br />
and my son, Gerardo.<br />
Abida’s mother and Abida’s two sons<br />
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