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Everywhere we went my mom would say hello to somebody she knew. My sister and I would hide behind my mom, grabbing her by her jeans or each other in nervousness and we did not want my mom’s friend to see us. We would only come out when my mom would tell us to come forward and greet. My sister and I would look at each other before we said hi. The only times when we weren’t shy were when we would see our cousins. We would run up to them and try to play. My two or three year old body would try hard to keep its balance as I ran through the tan, dark, colored dirt road. I would often trip then fall on my face and cry. My mom would always scream at us” Que les dije woe no corran!”, “Didn’t I tell you not to run?” but we never listened. We were happy to run free getting our shoes dirty in the process and it gave me much joy to see people we knew everyday. Aunts and uncles would come over to our house and the smells of the frijoles, rice, nopales and sometimes meat cooking on the stove would fill the house. Lunch and Dinner were both eaten as a family, and tortillas were something you could not live without. With all the people and kids in the house you could see the dark muddy footprints all over the white tiles of the living room, and you could follow the footsteps into the kitchen. The place where everybody ended up at. My grandmother was very popular, every day she would have visitors over. She also had a little shop installed in her small house. Many people came to her to buy the Mexican Coca-Cola soda which I thought was the best thing ever!! Once somebody would buy it for a couple pesos, you would hear the hiss of the soda top being opened and the large gulp that followed. My sister and I would often steal a lollipop or chips from the store then my mother would get us in trouble and try to pay our grandmother back for what we stole. One thing that was bad about our young lives in Mexico was that my grandmother had no bathroom inside of the house. It felt more like a outhouse from the olden days, and my sister and I were not fond. My mother had to accompany us all the time outside where she would make my sister and I squat to a hole in the ground. We had not toilet.
Everyday was filled with joy since school was

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