Madre Angelita and I have a good exchange going. I massage her neck and shoulders on the sofa while she tells me sweet and captivating stories from her childhood. The cuentos take us back to a time in Jose Maria when she was young and had many adventures with her sister, Patty.
I was telling Madre Angelita how wonderful these days of May have been. She agreed and told me that May is her favorite month. It’s the month that her sister Patty was born. I remember the day my sister was born, she begins, it was May 10th.
That day, my grandmother gave my brother and I breakfast. I thought it was strange that my mother wasn’t there, and neither was my father. Abuelita told us that my mother would be home soon. So my brother and I went out to play.
Later in the day, my father came home and told us we had a new sister, Patty. He said that she was different than us, Morena. We were Güeritos. Her skin would not burn in the sun or turn red in the cold. She would be tougher than the two of us. At least her skin would be. I guess her hair was a different story.