i was taking jeffrey and yrlin to school every day for their lunch and the principal has called them my sons, the store clerk has also called them my sons.
a lady had to go to the hospital in the ambulance (it's the only way to go when you don't have a car) and jeffrey's mom went with her. he was on the ground crying and screaming, mad that she left without him. mimi called me his mom and to come over. he wouldn't let anyone else touch him but he let me pick him up and carry him home. i didn't know any comforting words in spanish but i guess the tone of my voice helped and he was almost asleep by the time i laid him down on his bed.
today mimi said her sons are my sons. it's a weird thing i don't undersand but maybe it's just the culture. it's like everyone fends for themselves, everyone will make themselves a meal but never anyone else. mimi will cook something for herself and sit down and eat it. i don't know if it's a culture thing or that the boys are 13 - 22 years old and big enough to fend for themselves or what. during the week i make lunch for patricio, jose and chico. then i make dinner for all the boys when they come home from school at 4. on the weekends mimi and patricio cook something for themselves and then i'll make breakfast for all the boys. i don't get it.
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