Cheers
Walking into the La Fiesta, a group of young latinos were exiting
A short young man(little man syndrome) says "grande torro"
so I can hear and understand, it is a petty thing but it hurts deep.
Especially coming from a so and so, son of a foriegner.
It brings back another memory of the migrant farm workers who stayed next door to
my in
laws and ate stray dogs in the neighborhood. (I hope I never get that hungry)
Then there is the time that a latino family, stole my two year old's floaty at a water
park and
had the nerve to tell an officer on me for taking it back.
Lord help me to forgive and forget!!
(I don't mean to offend anyone-this was just my way of letting it go)
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2009
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