ACCION continued

I saw Maya Angelou speak at Popejoy Hall shortly after. She kept the audience raptured for nearly two hours. She was fascinating. I had read ‘I know why the Caged Bird Sings” in addition to her other works, but that faded in comparison to seeing her in person. By then I was formally dating Victor, the man who put the rose on my windshield. Together we would spend time cooking, playing cards, playing pool, or hanging out with the kids that he was like a father to. We would take them to the zoo and other spots where they could have fun, and we also took them with us to San José Church. Father Garcia gave beautiful masses , but the music was my favorite part. One day the matriarch of the family that Victor was staying with died of diabetes complications. Her funeral was in Roswell. We went to her wake and her grandson, Miguel said “grandma wake up” I had to go to the restroom to cry. The poor baby only had his grandma to rely on, and now she was gone.