Envy

January 21, 1983: The weather is nice and hot here. It must be over 85 Fahrenheit and it's still climbing. I adore it when it's like this because my body doesn't suffer the cold as it did in San Francisco.
There's one thing I can't get over and I shake my head everytime I think about it. That's people's envy when I am asked questions about my family in the United States. Even well-to-do people get that look in their eyes, that look that says: Why shoild you have a little more than us? Can't get used to that. My Tia helps me as much as possible by changing the subject politely or else saying hat we have an errand to run, but it still makes me uncomfortable. Having lived in another place for so many years has given me a great deal of distance and this culture can not feel like mine anymore. I've seen other things and I know there is a better way.