American Dollars

February 26, 1985: I was hoping that the little bit of money that we got for he jewels would stop my mother from sending checks. Not that we are not grateful, but I do not want American dollars, her American dollars, to be sent here so much. I understand my mother more now, more than I did when I was back in San Francisco, and I know what a hard time she had getting what she has. Next to my Tia, my mother is a rich woman. She deserves to keep as much of her money as she can. Just like my Tia would have deserved to have her very own home, and not this heartbreaking new move, new people, experience far from San Vicente.