Hispanic Digital Designer

Your name is Avixian Jr Santos, you are 20 years old and you bought a home for yourself. A close Hispanic family. Your family calls you Jr, mostly than Avi or Vix. Your skin has a medium-neutral undertone. Your body is mesomorph-endomorph plus you have been working out and working on your hygiene since you got cancer in 2021. Congratulations cancer survivor. The year is 2024. Your hair was originally light brown when you were a kid but turned to dark brown. Your face is oval and your nose is straight. Your eyes are hooded and your ears are cauliflower-type. Your body shape is in an inverted triangle. Your legs are normally aligned and your feet are Egyptian. Your hands are in between an actor and an objectivist.

Your life is pretty well-known and a popular guy in your primary, secondary, and High Schools. You think to yourself a big expensive tablet, you are sure there is a lower price. Walmart, Tech City, and MicroCenter but found one on Amazon for $371.78. The package arrives at your house. You open in a hype-up manner. You check if it is been charged up but didn't turn on. You charge for a few hours, it went to 79%. You turn it on. You do the updates, and settings from your old Samsung Galaxy Z Fold 3 that your dad gave you in 2022. You double-check everything if everything is okay. It works out well. No bugs or anything. You remind yourself to clean the tablet every two weeks. You put it on your calendar and your chores.

You had an idea to be a clothing digital designer for your future. From practicing from High School you continue to be one. Your friends and designers, all support you. Furthermore, tell your sister and your parents about your plans. You go up to them, visit, and talk about your plans. A day later, you knock on their house. Your father works at (Francisco Santos) opens the door with your mother (Augusta Santos, an arts, craft, gardener, and to help the community service) behind her. You hug them, a kiss on the cheek on each one. Your older sister (Vanesa Santos), works as an intern at FritoLay learning to be in the same area and position as your dad. You hug your sister and pull away. You do the hand trick, pinky to index, you and Vanesa fidget our fingers to each other and you are done. "How's everything and everyone?" Francisco, "We're doing great" With full of excitement. Augusta, "Thank you, son, we're doing okay, I was placing plants outside." Vanesa says, "We're good here, I just came from school. Now just taking a break, all that work." She sighs sadly but is happy for you to be here, to tease you. Your sister grabs your fatty side and this startles you with a pout, embarrassing look. You do the bittersweet face with hopelessness and look at your sister like "You serious?" With apprehension and your eyebrow up. Your sister nods and laughs at your face. You scoff and walk away with a mumble. You mumble, "Such a weird sister I have." You exhale involving a "tsk" sound. You help your mother to cook while your dad starts to prepare the table. Vanesa shouts, "Imma study!" You and the family text your sister. Message in the group chat: "Okay." Each person says okay, a minute after you hear her shout a few minutes ago. You clean and finish with your mother. "Are we going to eat?" You say to your parent. "Yes." Your mother starts to cook Enchiladas Rojas with more salad. You help her all the way. You get the dishes ready and silverware as you place them in the dining room that connects to the kitchen with a white bi-fold door. Your mom grabs a red basket for the Enchiladas, and you quickly place two napkins in the basket so the tacos won't drip you see the pan, seven tacos, you open it, grab rubber tongs, and hand them to your mother. Your mother likes that you are one step ahead. You watch as she grabs one by one, onto the basket. The aroma fills in the air, through the house. Your sister stops herself from studying and walks the hallway to the kitchen. "That smells good." You hear your sister's stomach then yours. "Another thing, I'm leaving tomorrow." Your mom, "Why?" Your sister is confused like what the heck man expression but accepts your saying. After we eat, I'll tell you." Your sister nods as she waits. Your mother, "Are you sure?" You nod and say, "Yes." You text him, a few minutes after no message.

Later, you call out to your dad but no response. You check if your dad is outside. You see your dad creating a small wooden phone stand. You watch him as he smooths out the wood. You watch in satisfaction. You get closer to not get dirtier like before. Your father turns off the machine and stops. "What happened?" A curious look on his face. "Food is ready, lunch is Enchiladas, rico tacos." You eye his equipment, to leave the tools alone. You follow your dad inside the back door then the other as your dad opens the door for you. "Thanks." I smile and a small pant as you jump inside to feel like a kid again. The smell comes back, "Las enchiladas wuele rico." You walk to the dining room, following behind you, Franciso, Augusta, and Vanesa. All of us sit down and pray to God for a glorious day and food. We start to eat. You position yourself in a better way and place a handkerchief on your lap. You use a fork to cut the pieces first in two. "Thanks Mom, les amo a todos, love you all." You see them blush as Vanesa mouths, "No problem." Your mom and day say simultaneously, "De nada Jr." Meaning no problem. I take a bite and savor it. The flavors are always the same as how your mother makes Enchiladas. After we all finish, Vanesa gets up, she grabs her plate. "Wait." Vanesa stops and sits down too. "Todos, everyone. I have news, tengo noticias. Apenas compre una casa con mi dinero salvado, lo pago cada mes en un precio menos. gravias papa por el caro que medites, y lo prometo voy a visitar. I recently bought a house for myself at a lower price monthly. I promise to visit" Mother is sad but understands I'm getting more mature and responsible. My dad has the same look, gonna miss the games and times father and I play against each other like old times. Your sister saddens almost a tear coming out. You hug your parents and sister together. "Voy a venir cada dos dia. I'll come in two days." You believe your family will try to accept this, with time. You pull away as your mom continues to embrace you. "Te amo ma. I love you mom." Your mother kisses your forehead. You feel your mother's love, love chills through your spine. "Te amo mucho mama, gracias a Dios y ustedes me quesiron el hombre you soy hoy. I love you so much mom, thanks to God and you all made me the man I am today." Your sister is about to cry, you hold Vanesas hand, you don't do this much now than when you were younger. You say, "Voy a agarar mis personal cosas de aqui y tambien a limpiar mi cuarto como antes. I'm coming to get your things and to clean my room like before." You see them nod, your sister lets go of your hand, "Yeah..." Sadness to miss you every day. Parents hard to accept you're leaving the house, your dad quietly sighs. My sister picks up the plate again and walks away to the dining room. She silently cries and goes to her room. You hear her cries but not your parents. "Te entedemos. We understand." Your mom says to you as your dad nods. You walk away to your room, to set up for tomorrow. You grab two boxes of FritoLay and grasp your items, mis cosas a la otra casa. After you grasp your things get together, a mess you don't like but in the future you'll clean it. You take a break and sit down on your twin bed and you lie down. "Ah." Peace moment, deep ponder about your dismissal, you sigh sadly. Flashback: You heard your sister crying before. You get up and walk to the hallway, across the room from each other, you knock on her door, and you utter. "Can I come in?" Vanesa answers, "Yes." You hear a sniff by the door, you think she's on the carpet floor. You open the door and see your sibling with her past cries. You sit down with Vanesa, close to the door. Silence fills the air for a few seconds until you hear Vanesa speak, "Jr, I'm gonna miss you. I know I don't show this much but don't go." You feel like you are talking to a little girl but its your older sister who's 22. You hug her and whisper behind her ear, "I'll miss you too but don't worry, I'll come back. Okay?" I know you have your boyfriend, Javier, Javier views my stories on social media. It's not the same love but its someone for you to be with while I'm gone." You look at your sister and nod. You hear her that she starts to cry. You rub her back for comfort. You have to be here until your sister calms down, harder for your sibling to accept and leave soon the house too. Half an hour later you see her better than before."You okay?" You see as your sibling nods. "Want to help me put my things in my car?" Your sister nods again. You get up and help her stand up as you see Vanesa's legs tremble. You see her body finer. You and Vanesa walk out of the room and I point at the box. You start to pack up, you pick the heavy one up while she has the lighter box as you walk out with Vanesa to leave your bedroom to the garage. You open your car trunk and you, Vanesa put the box inside, and you close the trunk. "See you in two days." You see her speak, "Okay." Vanesa understands you and hugs you one more time. You let her as your sister wrap your arms as well. Vanesa pulls away with a blush and to be faithful than ever. You walk away as your sister follows from behind. Vanesa gets an idea."I'll make dinner." You say,"¿Okay, y que vas a hacer? What are you going to make?" Your sister grabs the pans and ponders. "Gorditas de lo que sobro, el pollo de las Enchiladas. Gorditas, what was left, the chicken from the Enchiladas." You nod. "I'll get mom and dad. "Okay." Your sister says to you. You do a thumbs up before you go to your parent's bedroom and you knock. "Entra. Come in." Your mother says. You enter and walk to your father's closet and you see your dad with his projector, to turn it off. "Dinner esta listo, la cena is ready." Your mother behind you heard you. "Vanesa esta haciendo la comida. Vanesa is making the food." You nod, "Si." Father goes after you to the dining room while Mom checks up on Vanesa. Repeatedly, you set up the table while your dad closes the blinds and turns on the light.

Your phone buzzes. A message from your sister. "Hey, could I send you details and the location where I want, please? If you want money, I'll pay you $100." You think to yourself, you accept and do it, taking your time. You message your sister. "Sure, I'll do it but it'll take time." 5 minutes later, you get a notification, a message. "I'll wait, I have someone that can make it into jeans." You reply back, "That's great! I'll start right now." Your sibling, "Sure."

You start to use the tablet. 2 long hours, you take a break, a light snack, you grab Classic Lays and put hot sauce, yiu take a bute and tate the delightful chips. Then you clean up your area and wash your hands. You take a walk outside and greet and bye the neighbors as usual ever since you bought house and gave each one a chip basket. As the walk ends, you go back to your home to finish. You enter the house, lock the door behind you and walk to your location. Soon, you finish. Now to text and send the image to your sister of the jeans. She sends a screenshot from the image with added placements on the jeans. "Got it. I can do that." You sent the text. You think and where to purchase the items. You leave, and snatch your things and drive to OfficeMax. Finally, you have the equipment. You ride to your house. You go back to your room and start until your stomach grumbles. "Damn, not now. Only an hour left." You say to yourself. Exactly 47 minutes, you are done designing. You save it and make a copy of something happens. You walk to the kitchen and made yourself dinner. After eating, your done and start to clean. Meantime, the jeans on your in you room that you created for your sister, crawls out the large device. Its pixels become more life like woman's jeans and it resembled your sisters shape. It walks around and looks at your pictures, your family and you in a prom photo.