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But there was nothing to be done, except cry and go on.
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I’ll dream of going to Monterrey and eating a pirulí—a candy that really lasts all day long, and you place it in a glass of water overnight so it’ll keep.
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The US-Mexican border es una herida abierta where the Third World grates against the first and bleeds.
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aicirtaPhar citeretfor 4 år siden
Sometimes, though, I’d pretend to feel the crawling, itching signs of lice so I could lay my head on Mami’s or Bueli’s lap and feel their gentle fingers caress my hair lovingly and find nothing.
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She sweeps pirul branches over my body, rubs an egg cool as it touches my arms, my legs; mumbles prayers as I lie on the kitchen floor.
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“You’ll see, ya verás, when you are old and cry, ya verás, there’s solace in tears, te consuelan.”
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“Es manzanilla para el dolor de hijar, ándale, tómatelo,” Mami comforted.
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A carefree teen with family on both sides of a river that’s never a barrier; after all, she’s Texas-born, her land lies beyond borders.
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“Can you find lost people, too?” I ask.
“Only if they want to be found,”
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Maybe I’ll even win a little pink or blue chick to keep me company. And I do but when the chick becomes a chicken, Bueli wrings its neck, drains the blood, and we have arroz con pollo for Easter.