Chino bought this dress for me and when I wear it I feel like Anabell's mom, but happy.

I want to look like a 54 year old Mexican woman: my skin, brown and covered in Avon.

At my prima's wedding, between sips of rum and coke, I will call to my one of my sobrinos, "come here mijo, you have to eat something."

Then I will dance a lot with many old men and maybe one or two of the young ones. When we dance our thighs will be woven between each other. We will hold and spill our drinks. My skirt will rise with the music and the control top portion in the thighs of my panty hose will show.

I want to look like this woman; warm, round, and full of life. I fear when I get older I will loose the warmth of youth and turn experience into something cold, something calculated, something people can measure in the lines of my white face.