Look at that house, I said, it looks like Mexico. Rachel and Lucy look at me like I'm crazy, but before they can let out a laugh, Nenny says: "Yes, that's Mexico all right. That's what I was thinking exactly."
And all I hear is the clapping when the music stops. My uncle and me bow and he walks me back in my thick shoes to my mother who is proud to be my mother. All night the boy who is a man watches me dance. He watches me dance.
And I think is my own Papa died what would I do. I hold my Papa in my arms. I hold and hold and hold him.