The piazza has the town church and elementary school at one end. Next to the church, is the kindergarten and on the other side of the piazza past the garbage bins, recycling containers, plexiglass-covered bus stop, and post box sit a few historic houses.
As I stand with Maria watching our children, playing side by side in the water streams of the park, I notice the beauty of her face. The canvas of her face has high-cheek bones and dark eyes. But it is the strength in Maria’s face that makes the bones more defined, the eyes more penetrating.
After 11 hard years of working in the United States from the tender age of sixteen to twenty-seven, Marta received a very important birthday wish come true. She had succeeded in emancipating her family from Castro’s Cuba.
There is a fat little girl who lives inside of me. She has been there since the third grade when Bobby Winters told her she was fat in front of her whole class. Since she was made fun of and ridiculed time and time again for being chubby.