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LETTERS HOME (Two of Three) Type: Letter Words: 440 [Photo] [Anonymous] Mama: I miss you and Sis so much. Today, I started in the dark and just finished in the dark. I’m so tired. Only the love for you both holds the pen in my hand. I don’t understand where my new friends Maria and Rosita find the energy. On weekends they salsa at a Spanish club. On Tuesdays, they ride into town to an English speaking class, but I think there is more dancing than learning. They accuse me of turning into a square tomato for not joining them. Maybe they are right. Wednesday morning, they wake up first, full of energy but do not remember a word of English. I drag myself out of bed last, still tired, and use the first English I ever learned. (It is not a word heard in church. Sorry Mama.) Every letter I try to describe how different things are. Here is a good example how the owners think. Forty years ago, before any workers migrated from Mexico, the farmers needed to speed up the picking process. However, the faster the machinery operated, the more the tomatoes were damaged and crushed. You would assume they would try to redesign the picking equipment. No. They tried to redesign the tomato! ¿No está eso mucho loco? The result was thick skinned, flavorless and bad for the health. That tomato is no longer grown but the thinking has stayed the same. There is the constant need to work harder and faster. There is the constant threat of being sent back home if we say or do anything wrong or get sick. My skin too has become thick. I’ve stopped feeling. My friend Pedro was seriously hurt on his bicycle. He will likely be sent back home where he will die. St. Michael’s church handed out reflective armbands to keep him in our prayers. I feel nothing. My prayers have instead been to afford a helmet. I can’t risk being sent home from something as simple as riding my bike. I must be losing my flavor too. The daughter you know would never turn down the opportunity to go into town or dance. Now, if I don’t get to sleep soon, I will lose my health too! I have met a local gentleman. If all goes to plan, it is goodbye tomato! The money transfer is less 260 (peso). I bought a used bicycle helmet. Sometimes it doesn’t matter how thick your skin is. Sis, I do this for you with love. I pray you do the same for me with good grades. A sign posted in the bunk house reads: ‘Money is not life but life does not include a meal plan.’ Mucho amor! Madeira
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