Chapter nineteen

  Three years later(somewhere in Mexico)

"Ema." Someone called from inside a thatched cottage.

The sun was hot making the fire the woman was tending to burn faster.

"Ema! Come help me." The woman dressed in a white shirt stained with Ash and coal.

Her hair a mess of black and grey. Sweat making them stick to her forehead.

She coughed a little and reached out to her fan which she kept close to keep the embers of wood burning.

"Coming Mom." A voice rang from outside, soft yet loud like a clarinet.

A young girl in her early twenties rushed to the old woman who called for her.

"Mom, I don't want to cook. The farm is much fun."

"Yes. Digging and getting all those nails dirty is fun. It would have been better if you came as a boy." Her mother mocked.

"Help me with the melon seeds. Your Dad will be back from the city soon and you know how hunger he'll be."

"I know Mom." The young lady shru