sundays

Sundays are for cleaning. We need to start the week off fresh. That’s how it was in mi casa. Bobby Pulido y Selena would blast from the kitchen and we’d wake up to the sweet aroma of cafe y handmade tortillas. We’d always linger in bed. Being chicano children, we knew the sooner we got up, the sooner we’d be put to work. We’d pretend, but the result would be la chancla. So up we’d go and begin a day of working with our padres y madres trying to live up to the American dream in a country that no longer appreciates the beauty and dedication we freely and willingly offer to them and their people.