Rojas

English 1A

September 24, 2012                                       

                            Never Count On Anyone

            Many Mexican women depend on the provider and they are stay at home moms. The provider is the man of the house that gets to do anything they please. My mother always told me stories about our past life in Mexico. Never did she waste her time telling me a story without a meaning to my life.

            Grabbing my hot chocolate and my chocolate chip cookies at the table my mom stared to say, “Never count on a man.” I was pregnant with my last child. She went on saying she was going to be a girl the last child from the family. She picked out her name Paola Yunuen. Seven months pregnant she had many things to do at the house and out.

            Waking up at five in the morning was no first thing. She would walk a mile where she went to get fresh made corn tortillas and graved a bag of beans. She would carry them back home so she could make breakfast for papa. Papa would leave to work and my mom would stay home and wash our dippers by hand due that they were made of leather.

            She would take us to her parent’s house; there her sister would help my mom take care of me and my other sisters. We couldn’t stay much time there because my mom had to go back home to make dinner for dad. My dad would come back home a certain time and the food had to be ready.

            Whenever he got home he would bring us the food we needed or utilities my mom had asked for. After he finished eating he would walk around the corner where my grandparents lived. There he would meet some friends and his bothers to drink beer. It was an everyday thing, every time my mom needed something she knew where dad was.

            He would bring home whatever my mom had asked for but the only problem was that he would take his time. My mom always had to argue with my dad about him always taking his time.

            It was a dark night where the only thing you could see was a candle from the living room that brighten a small portion of the room. Contractions started to kick in one hour apart, than it went down to 30 minutes. The dog started to bark, the rooster started to sing, and the bird that always stayed up on the tree to sing to us every night wasn’t there. It was time to go to the hospital and my mom waited for my dad to come soon. His parent’s house was next door so there was no way he would take long.

            The time was ticking and there were no shadow of my dad. My oldest sister ran to tell my dad to hurry up and come home. Of course he was drinking beer with his friends. After a while he got home and took us to my grandparent’s house and then took mom to the hospital.

            The hospital was ten minutes away so that was a long drive for my mom and her pain. They got to the hospital and my mom was ready to push. She pushed and the baby was born.

            Paola Yunuen was born and my mom finally felt that relief. She got to sleep that night at the hospital. Next morning she opened her eyes and saw no baby in the room. She started to panic and was asking “where was Paola?” “The doctors had token her away to run some test to the baby” my dad told my mom.

            After minutes the doctors came back and my mom got to carry the baby. She carried the baby with such delicate such a docile little girl. She had big black eyes, paper thin hands, and nice red shape lips. She was beautiful and the million dollar smile she had was unforgettable.

            Because everything look good my mom was release the second day from the hospital. She got home and everyone receive her at the house. Everyone got to see the baby and spend the day at the house. Next morning was a mission.

            Paola started to throw up and had none stop diarrhea. Without thinking my parents rush to the hospital. There they took her in as soon as they arrive. My mom couldn’t be in with the baby but the doctors said they would really take care of her really good. The clock was ticking and the doctors wouldn’t have any news for my parents. The minutes pass like hours and it seem like a day had pass. My dad was eating his finger nails and my mom was getting dizzy from walking back and forth, finally there was news. The doctor said they couldn’t figure out what was going on with Paola, which it was going take more time.

            For some reason the doctors in Mexico call the priest when they know something bad is about to happen. The priest walked in the hospital and my mom stared at him with a look of hope. She was hoping the priest wouldn’t be dealing with Paola. Finally they let my parents in the room where Paola was. She was hooked up with lots of machines that were keeping her alive. She would open those black eyes and would smile. Such an innocent child didn’t know what was going on. She kept smiling and wouldn’t stop smiling but her eyes were close. The machines started to work harder the sound was going louder. My mom crying hysterically knew what was coming. The doctors rushed to see the baby pause and looked at my dad than hugged that hysterical mom.

            She was gone, Paola Yunuen had passed away with such a smile that my mom still can’t forget. The priest came in and gave her a last good bye.

            The doctors finally got to conclusions why she was so sick. My mom took a long time to get to the hospital the day she was having Paola. The baby had eaten something from my mom’s stomach.