She’ll probably get scared because girls are like that too. I’ll have to put the worm on her hook because that kind of stuff grosses girls out. Most of all, my girl will laugh all the time because I will always make her happy. Bluer than even the one I saw in Montana when my father took us there. She will have hair like spun gold and eyes that capture me and remind me of the bluest sky there is. So I sit here in the quiet and wait… Wait and dream. I wanted to, but mama said she felt safer with me here. All the other kids have gone into town to work or to school. At nine years old, there’s never anyone here to talk to. I don’t mind it so much because, as young as I am, I can still take care of myself. Mi mama is forced to leave me alone to go into town to work. Most of all-I will never be alone as I am now.
I will have magnolia trees all around the house and you can see them from every window.
They shall be the best money can buy and my madre will have the very softest of them all. One day, I vow I shall have my own home and it shall have the softest beds imaginable. Our bed consists of a mattress that my madre sewed and filled with dried cornhusks. There are big holes in the sides where walls should be.
I look at the small adobe-and-block shelter we are staying in. The smell of the magnolia trees after the rain. She did what she thought was best when my father left us. I should hate my mother for bringing me here. I hate days like today that remind me that the small area along the Mexican border is hell upon Earth. There’s so much dust that the air is literally brown and it dries out my throat with every breath.
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