My Sister Tita Analysis

To My Sister Tita, Born from the same mother and with the same blood running through our veins, we are sisters. The eyes we look through are the same, and the organs that fuel our bodies are related. We grew up together, lived under the same roof, and watched one another mature. Together with Gertrudis, the three of us were inseparable despite our differing ages. I was there when you were born, and there when you first gained your culinary passion. I loved you, yet why do you hate me so? You accuse me of stealing your one true love, yet it was not I who chose to do so. I only followed Mami’s orders, yet you still call me the villain. Each night I lie awake, as insomnia and guilt clutches at at my heart and mind, torturing me. Even as I was

He was caring, understanding, and a gentleman. Our marriage was wonderful, until I noticed his longing looks toward you, and how he would stop embracing me as we slept. It was not until I heard his declarations of love to you that I realized what we shared wasn’t love. Our marriage was not one of passion, but one of compromise. I tried to convince myself that we would grow to love each other over time, yet deep down, I knew this would never happen. I had originally planned to come to you to ask for advice on how to make my marriage to Pedro more pleasant despite the awkward circumstances of our relationship. Despite my growing love for him, he did not love me and masked it very poorly. I was only a tool in your little love game. You two took me for a fool! Even Satan could never imagine the pain I felt after my heart shattered to a million pieces when I heard Pedro whisper to you on our wedding day: “I am sure I will be, since through this marriage I have gained what I really wanted: the chance to be near you, the woman I really love…” I felt like an idiot, a chess piece in the game you two created. I was only a tool, a distraction to him, so that he could stay close to my sister. It was humiliating. I tried to ignore the looks of passion you two shared over the dinner table and the whispers of love masked under his compliments for your food. He did so even as I was pregnant with his child, fat and

I had no one but Mami, who didn’t care for me, but for appearances and family tradition. I knew that Pedro only married me so he could stay in close proximity to you, and I’m sure Mami came to the realization as well. However, your wicked words pierced my heart and made it so much more obvious to me. You said “...for your information, he married you just so he could be near me. He doesn’t love you, and you know that perfectly well.” I knew this very well. In fact, it was one of my first concerns when I learned of your relationship with him. I just