A Mother's Love
A Mother’s Love
I have always admired my mother for her strength and level head. Ever since I can remember my parents have been separated and my mother has filled in the two rolls; both the disciplinarian and loving parent. She has worked hard every day of her life to provide for her family.
I come from a big family. There are nine of us now but my mother had fifteen pregnancies and I’m the youngest of the bunch.
I was born in Nogales, Sonora in Mexico; my dad used to live in Puerto Penasco, also known as Rocky Point, and worked as a cook for a shrimp boat. I remember we used to visit him from time to time. I particularly remember one occasion we traveled by train; he was supposed to be in town for the weekend and my mother wanted to surprise him. And surprise him we did, we knocked and when he opened the door he couldn’t believe we were there without notice. He wouldn’t even let us in, stating that he had let some guys stay with him and there was no way we could stay there. He was not the charitable kind of guy and I think my mother suspected he had another woman in there. He then proceeded to drive us back to the train station and bought us the tickets for the ride back. He put us in the train then said a hasty good bye. Off he went into the night, back to his apartment, back to who knows what.
My mother got us off the train in the opposite side of the station and we walked among the train cars for a while. We came upon an engineer and my mother asked him how much further we should have to walk to get across safely under the train. The man told her to count ten more cars and then we should be safe; we kept walking and then stopped to get to the other side. My mother said for me to go first and that she would be right behind me so under the train I went
and as I was right in the middle of the tracks the train started to pull forward. I barely made it to the other side. I sat there crying desperately for my mom. Finally the train ended and my mother
I have always admired my mother for her strength and level head. Ever since I can remember my parents have been separated and my mother has filled in the two rolls; both the disciplinarian and loving parent. She has worked hard every day of her life to provide for her family.
I come from a big family. There are nine of us now but my mother had fifteen pregnancies and I’m the youngest of the bunch.
I was born in Nogales, Sonora in Mexico; my dad used to live in Puerto Penasco, also known as Rocky Point, and worked as a cook for a shrimp boat. I remember we used to visit him from time to time. I particularly remember one occasion we traveled by train; he was supposed to be in town for the weekend and my mother wanted to surprise him. And surprise him we did, we knocked and when he opened the door he couldn’t believe we were there without notice. He wouldn’t even let us in, stating that he had let some guys stay with him and there was no way we could stay there. He was not the charitable kind of guy and I think my mother suspected he had another woman in there. He then proceeded to drive us back to the train station and bought us the tickets for the ride back. He put us in the train then said a hasty good bye. Off he went into the night, back to his apartment, back to who knows what.
My mother got us off the train in the opposite side of the station and we walked among the train cars for a while. We came upon an engineer and my mother asked him how much further we should have to walk to get across safely under the train. The man told her to count ten more cars and then we should be safe; we kept walking and then stopped to get to the other side. My mother said for me to go first and that she would be right behind me so under the train I went
and as I was right in the middle of the tracks the train started to pull forward. I barely made it to the other side. I sat there crying desperately for my mom. Finally the train ended and my mother