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- YOU HAVE TO BE THE BEST IN THE WORLD at something, My father couldnt have made his point clearer if hed spoken in all caps. Maybe he had....I must have been about eleven, which would shufffle my brothers and sisters ages from thirteen for Maria, twelve for Joaquin, then myself - the bridge between older and younger -- and so on Bell, little Boo, Miguelit, who was only ten months old. we were in the dinning room, choking down one of Mums meatless friday meals. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner --all were eaten in the dining room
- Pople are gpoing to look down on you because youre mexican (Dad continue)
- He put dopwn his fork
- But if can beat everyone in the world at just one thing you have your comeback
- Maria had drawn her eyes back to the table to smile bell
- OKAY, bell piped up.
- Is that when they invented frence toast.??
- Dad sighed. Giggles threatened the gravity of the moment
- No, Bell. Youre thinking of cake
- Something else
- I envied my protistant friend who could eat hamburgers and hotdogs on a friday. Catholic were forced to eat big egg and onion messes. It felt like vomit in mouth before you even swallowed. One time i actually burst into tearst as i slid into my seat, the watched eyes of Jesus and my dad. he (they) took pity on me and let me go outside to play instead. the singular display og generosity was not lost upon mu siblings. I gave a fortive glance around the table. was it too late to squeeze our a few tears now.
- He started hard at my older brother and sister, challenging them to the tsak.
- Go ahead. Ask me something about french revolution. anything
- Joaquin quickly stuffed in a mouthful of the egg thing and pretended he had manners. Maria looked at the ceiling.
- DAD WAS MAD AGAIN
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