Latinaherstory: September Legacy Column
Coffee was out and sugar was in and they couldn't adjust fast enough. Modern technology brought you a hospital for childbirth. And your mother goes in for the first time after six kids. You're standing up to your knees in dirt toiling. And you hear them. She's gone. You hear the youngest crying in the background. Your mother's dead, 16 years old, body bruised, still can't read. Have spent three years ducking the blows and hands of your half sister's husband