THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LOOKS AT THE PARK.

by Ovid jr The fence cuts the sky into pieces.Black wires stretch across the bright blue air while the baseball field stays quiet behind them.The dirt looks dry under the hot sun, and the grass moves softly in the wind.Everything feels calm for a moment. The Jackie Robinson sign stands above the field and catches my attention.His name reminds me of strength, courage, and history.Even though nobody is playing, the field still feels full of stories and memories.The sign makes the park feel important, like it represents more than just baseball. I hear birds, cars in the distance, and the sound of the wind pushing against the fence.The buildings around…

   Ovid’s auto biography  Jorge was born in the Dominican Republic, and from a young age, he felt as if darkness followed him. Not regular darkness, the kind that has weight, the kind that knows your name. His father was part of that darkness: a man lost in drugs, women, and the streets. He never cared about Jorge. He never tried. He was alive, but he was a ghost. The only thing Jorge had from him was an old, faded red thread bracelet. His mother kept it safe for years and gave it to him when he turned eight. “So you remember you deserve more than what he gave you,”…

Ovid hernandez. For my cultural object, I chose a hat. To most people, a hat is just something you wear, but for me it carries a much deeper meaning. In 2021, my grandfather in the Dominican Republic got COVID and had to be hospitalized. While he was fighting the illness, I bought a hat to give him when he recovered and came home. I imagined him wearing it the way he always did, with pride and style. But he never made it out of the hospital. He passed away before I could give it to him. Because of that, the hat became a symbol of him of the love I…