As though it were a puzzle to be assembled
Isolated moments frozen and separated
from the rest of the narrative
Sitting on the floor of an apartment
soft carpet on my legs
pencil in one hand
scrawling lines on a saltine cracker
which I promptly ate
only to have my mother
walk in horrified
and take both away
A large classroom filled with students
my parents among them
with me in tow
Too young and poor
to have anyone look after me
Everyone striving to learn
a tongue foreign to theirs
How old was I
Meeting my grandparents
my father's parents
Being in their home
in rural Mexico
Seeing the vast depth of a well
Watching Abuela raise a bucket
of fresh water to heat over the fire
for me to bathe in
Being in my grandparents house
and seeing a thatched roof
filled with rows of deer skulls
from my Abuelo hunting
to provide food
for his wife and eight children
Scenes missing from the film
implying the whole
An ongoing story
with characters coming and going
Playing my part as best I can
Trying to not forget
what I have seen
what has been lived
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