.It is the only source of light I have right now. My room is too dark, I have to light up about three of them in order to actually see something. I do enjoy the beautiful blood orange beam of light it creates but I’m in constant fear of anything to catch fire. I like picking one up and admire the melted wax it accumulates under the flame. I have to stop myself from touching the mesmerizing dancing blaze. My favorite part of it is to blow it out and see the smoke escape and create swirls in the air, while leaving a faint smell of smokiness that I seem to love.
After being laid off because of his heart condition he hasn’t really been the same. I remember when I was younger, I would barely see him, because he worked long hard hours as a trucker. He always smelled of diesel in which I have grown to love the smell. When he worked he had a flame inside him because trucking was his life, it was what he did best. But now the flame has gone out, he has become grumpy man. But he is always there for me and my sisters. My sisters get annoyed because he hoovers over us because he has nothing better to do. But he will always be the most important man in our lives.
Selina Salazar is a freshman at California State University Northridge working on a degree in Visual Art. She enjoys long walks at the beach and spending time with he dog, Beethoven.