The day dragged on until the bell rang at 3:30. I grabbed my siblings and ran home before dark. Since we live in a small town there is no school, so we have to walk two hours away to the closest school. When we got home it was nearly dark. Abuela always cooks supper with the food we can afford, we mostly eat potatoes. Since we didn’t have much money my grandma borrowed from a man named Joaquin Xibalba. She didn’t know I knew, I’ve overheard her a couple of times on the phone. That night in bed I told Isabelle about all the stories in America that Mr. Sebastián told us in class. “Do you think mommy and daddy moved to America?” Isabelle asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly, “But I promise that we’ll make it there
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly, “But I promise that we’ll make it there