When my sister celebrated her
Quinceanera...
I was five years old,
in mexico
its a tradition that the youngest
kid in the family can hand
the Quinceanera her last doll
before they become
a young women.

It happen to be that my cousin and I were
the youngest ones that could actually
hand the her the doll.
My cousin and I had to dance down the
dance floor doing small steps.
In my head I was counting the steps...
“one step over here HIT, one step over there HIT”

After handing her, the last doll,
my cousin had to dance with
the Quinceanera.
I had to dance with one
of the “Chambelanes”
and I didn’t like the one
I had to dance with.

The chambelanes are
to dance with the quinceanera.
They make a routine
to dance on that special day.

One of my sisters “Chambelanes”
was our uncle.
When the song started playing
I looked up at the “Chambelan”
and started saying (in spanish)
“ No, No, No... I don’t want to dance with
you, I want to dance with my uncle!”


Everybody started to laugh

I crossed my hands until my uncle came
to dance with me, then I was happy.


Now every time they remember my sister’s
Quincenera party, they remember me having the
Meltdown about dancing with a certain person.

The chambelanes are
to dance with the quinceanera.
They make a routine
to dance on that special day.

One of my sisters “Chambelanes”
was our uncle.
When the song started playing
I looked up at the “Chambelan”
and started saying (in spanish)
“ No, No, No... I don’t want to dance with
you, I want to dance with my uncle!”


Everybody started to laugh

I crossed my hands until my uncle came
to dance with me, then I was happy.

Now every time they remember my sister’s
Quincenera party, they remember me having the
Meltdown about dancing with a certain person.