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Abuelita's Journal By: Katia

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1: Abuelita's Journal By: Katia Mrs.Burnett 2/10/12

2: Entry 1 “Now three stitches over there... Good, Esperanza!” I say. Hello, chico. My name is Abuelita. I live in Mexico on the Ranch of Roses, El Rancho de las Rosas. I have a sweet grandaughter named Esperanza Ortega. Esperanza adores me and I understand. I taught her to crochet, to read and I just love her. But enough about my little Anza... I look just like Esperanza’s mother, Ramona, just more wrinkled, and I wear a bun on the top of my head and I wear the same gold loops in my ears every day. We were happy, Mama, Anza, Papa, ma and the servants, Hortensia, Miguel and Alfhonso. But then everything changed. Papa was killed, evil Tio Luis burned our glorious ranch, and Hortensia, Mama, Anza, Miguel and Alfhonso have left to California to work. Now I live with my nun sister at the nun house. Poor little Anza...

3: Entry 2 “Continue the zig zag stitches like the mountains Esperanza.” I sigh. Poor Anza, Mama, Miquel, Alfonso and Hortensia are leaving to California, but I breathed too much smoke from Tio Luis’ fire, so I have to stay in Mexico with my sister in a nun house. It was the worst part of my life to watch the cart carrying away my only true family in the glum light of dawn. It was as if part of my soul was being ripped from my heart. But I must tell Esperanza reassuring things so she will not cry too much. If she sees my tears and sorrow it will be too much for her and she will burst into tears. I must hide my personal emotions. I am almost alone now, and I know deep within, that the chances of me seeing or hearing from my family are very slim.

4: “Ahhh!”*cough cough* “Anza help me!” gag as the fire destroying our only home rages around me singing my already sooty dress. Suddenly, I see Miquel running towards me yelling over the crackling fire, “Senora Ortega! Everyone is out! Come on ! follow me!” “I can not do it! My ankle seems to have stopped working!” I yell frantically. I am stuck! “I can carry you!” he yells and lifts me onto the sooty air. Soon we were outside, but l feel even worse. All our wonderful grapes, roses, our home were burning right in front of our faces. They were only piles of billowing ashes. Gone. Forever. But my family, Esperanza, Mama, Miquel, Alfhonso and Hortensia are safe. But dirty. “Ahhh!” screams Hortensia! Miquel’s back is on fire! Alfhonso pushes him over to put out the fire. Phew! All the servant have ran away in a panic, so we slept in the servants quarters that night. It was uncomfortable, but better than on the ground. That night Mama made the final decision to go to California with Anza, Hortensia, Alfhonso and Miquel. Oh, how I will miss them all... *weep* | Entry 3

5: Entry 4 | “Esperanza!” yells Irene. “Dust storm!” screams Milea. Esperanza scoops up Lupe and Pepe, two infants she was looking after, and dashes to their mud hut. Once they were in the safety of the muddy walls , Esperanza cries, “Where are Mama and Hortensia?!” “The trucks will get them soon.” replies Irene. “Wh-” and the rest of Esperanza’s words die in the howling wind... I snap out this nightmare to find myself in the boring and dull nun house way back in Mexico. I am breathing hard and try to reassure myself that this isn't real. But is it? Was Esperanza in danger? Was Ramona in danger? Well I hope not, I say to myself. “Nooo...” I whisper mournfully. The nuns hear my quiet weeping and come over to my cot. I reassure them all is fine, so they they left, shaking their heads. I didn't care. Nothing was right. All was wrong. My only grandaughter was in danger, my daughter was in a dust storm, and I didn’t even know if it was true. I felt useless. Absolutely useless! er, my daughter was in a dust storm, and I didn’t even know if it was true. I felt useless. Absolutely useless!

6: Entry 5 | “Miquel! My boy! How did you get here? Wait.. be quiet, Tio Luis’ spies might see you!” I cry as I look at Miquel’s dirty but smiling face. “No, Senora. No one will see us. Now, quickly, this is my plan. This is Esperanza’s money orders, but she will not regret my actions.” whispers Miquel. “Si” I answer quietly but sternly. We whisper and soon I am on my way to San Diego.To my family. To my new home. Soon we have arrived and I slowly lower myself out of the small wagon I was in. As soon as I’m out, I see Esperanza’s watery eyes looking at me as if I’m a dream. Oh how I missed her and everyone else! “A-Abuelita?” she stammers clutching a little girl’s hand. “Si, it is me.” I say weakly but with joy. I am wiped out after the tiring ride in the tiny wagon. Soon the whole family is reunited, Mama is still weak from Valley Fever, but she is getting better. The grape harvest is coming up soon, so Esperanza’s birthday is coming too... “Happy Birthday!” sing Miquel, Alfhonso and Josephina’s husband. Anza and Isabel, the little girl, peek out if the window and blow the men kisses. All is getting better now.

7: Entry 6 | “Do you want me to teach you to crochet?” asks Abuelita. “Sure, why not?” I giggle. My name is Katia Bastunskiy. I am meeting with Abuelita Ortega. I am reeling with temptation to ask her a bunch of questions. I really want to ask her about the moment when everyone left to California. Did she cry when nobody was looking? What were her emotions when she was reunited with Esperanza in California? But I’m afraid that these questions will trigger up her sad emotions, and then she will not like me anymore. But I would love to do some things with her. Crocheting with her would be absolutely great! Did you know that Abuelita was the one who taught Mama to make yarn dolls? Well, I was thinking she wold teach me too... “ My dear, are you daydreaming?” asks Abuelita with a smile. “Oh, sorry!” I stammer.”Do you know how to make a yarn doll?” I inquire...

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