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It is a sunny day, The winds furiously blow. I try to keep my straight hair from blowing over my eyes. My mother carries my youngest sister, her pupils full of tears, Knowing that my father is leaving to El Norte leaving us for months. A wife and three children. My father carries a small gray suitcase When he approaches to kiss my mother both with their eyes full of tears and the sadness reflects through the tears running in their faces. I am feeling deprived. My father kneels down looks at me straight in the eyes. He Wipes his tears, pulls me towards his chest, hugging me anxiously as if he doesn't want to leave. With a knot in his throat he speaks in a deep voice. "No mas lagrimas." Hijo mientras yo este en EL NORTE. Tu eres el hombre de la casa. Tienes que quidar a tu Mama y a tus hermanas. Suddenly the winds carry him away through the journey of every year We are his family we anxiously await his return. |
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California State University, Monterey Bay |
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Design by Arthur Simons |