Eperanza's mother has lived in the city her whole life. She speaks two languages, knows how to sing opera and knows how to fix a T.V.
The only problem she has was knowing which train to take to go to downtown. She hold her mothers hand tight while they wait for the right train to arrive.
She used to draw when she has time. Now she draws with needle and thread, little knotted rosebuds, tulips made of silk thread. Someday she would like to go to ballet. Someday she would like to see a play. She borrows opera records from the public library and sing with velvety lungs powerful as morning glories
While cooking oatmeal she is Madame Butter fly until she sighs and points the wooden spoon at Esperanza. Esperanza's mother had quit school because she didn't have nice clothes. Even though she didn't have the nicest clothes and had quit school, she was a smart cookie then.
I could've been somebody, you know? Esperanza, you go to school. Study hard.