Mama's Monologue

Going through the festival, I had ran straightly in front of many families, dancers, and mini shops set up just like senhor Henrique. Oh man, the expression on the little girl’s face when I zoomed straight past her, almost knocking over her corn on the cob. I was yelled at, but I did not care. Not like a lot of police were out to catch a running teenager in a social environment anyway. I wasn't stealing or anything. I just needed to get out of there. My heart was racing. My own heartbeat was a metronome in my head conducting my movements. “Left foot, right foot… left, right, left, right.” What if they were still following me?
Finally… I've reached the edge of the festival where people were less crowded, but still dancing. Panting hard, feeling like I want to throw up, I stop and rest. Why? Why were they so mean? Then I remembered my mama telling me about the people stingy with their money. Those people had nice clothes, watches, and several soccer balls in a bag. I was told that they look down at us.
“But why mama?” I once had asked.
“Because, my son, those people think they have power. However, it doesn't mean that it isn't true. They could but this house away from us if they wanted to.” Mama said.
I remember the situation when I was 10 fully after …show more content…
I feel groggy and tired, but I walk to senhor Henrique’s store. It was empty, he’d been there. I just remembered it was sábado. I didn't have to work today. I felt all my sadness and tiredness melt away and jumped. I was invited to my old classmates birthday. He always hung out with more upper class people, but thought I was okay. I always thought he was interesting since he had so much cool stuff and nice clothes. I ran back home to tell my mama since papa was out to work. After telling her, I walked to Carlos’s house. I couldn't wait to see him again since it's been about two weeks since we had last seen each other. Just as I went in and saw all the people, I felt the same