She Left Her Son Behind Until She Came Back When He Was Worth Millions

to make tamales, my hands kneading masa while the neighborhood slept, filling corn husks and stacking them in the steamer while the kitchen windows fogged over. By morning I was on the corner calling softly to passersby, saving coins in a cloth pouch tied beneath my apron. In the afternoons I washed clothes for other families until my knuckles cracked continue reading …