"Uncle Nacho is pulling and pulling my arm and it doesn't matter how new the dress Mama bought is because my feet are ugly until my uncle who is a liar says,You are the prettiest girl here, will you dance, but I believe him, and yes, we are dancing, my Uncle Nacho and me,only I don't want to at first. My feet swell big and heavy like plungers, but I drag them across the linoleum room straight center where Uncle wants to show off the new dance we learned" (Cisneros 47).
"You are the prettiest girl here, will you dance [?]" (Cisneros 47).
"Who are those two who dance like in the movies?" (Cisneros 47)
"And Uncle spins me, and my skinny arms bend the way he taught me, and my mother watches,and my little cousins watch, and the boy who is my cousin by first communion watches, [. . .] until I forget that I am wearing only ordinary shoes, brown and white,the kind my mother buys each year for school" (Cisneros 47).