I work with mama and Rosita in the kitchen. My hermanas, Maria and Augustina don't have to help in the kitchen because they are still too young. Hot, sweltering heat. That is the kitchen. Always hot because we are cooking. My papa and Raphael work at the market. Before the light reaches the horizon they have left our house, and they do not come back until long after the sun has sunk behind the mountains. At night I worry about them. I am afraid that the black cadejo, who preys on night travelers, will take my papa and hermano from me. I look out the barred windows, and pray that the white cadejo will protect my family. I look into the sky and am comforted in knowing that they can see the twinkling stars above. My house has stars.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
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