These kids walk 5.5 km to get to school everyday.
Coming to Mexico really shakes me awake.
Sometimes I forget that not too long ago, I too, was a little girl in line waiting for a notebook and pencil.

Having a conversation with grandma I ask what she will do once her parties term is over next year.
Will she run for something different? Will she stay home, continue growing crops?
“I don’t know,” she says. “I think that if I were to stay home I would go crazy doing nothing. I don’t do good staying indoors.” I nod and she continues, “You know the day you guys left, it left a big void. The first time we went to your house after you all left, well you know your granpa, he never cries. But that day, walking in and feeling an empty house, looking at your toys- the man could not even breathe. ‘Let’s go’ he said, ‘I can’t be in here.’ We got out of there pretty quick.”

On our way to the house to my grandfather and grandmother “So, how did you fall in love with each other?” Grand pop smirks, “She fell in love with me.”

At night around the table, my grandma is telling my uncle (who is a taxi driver) “in a sort of low key fashion, can just point out the good things the party has done? To the people whom you trust, it would be a good thing. My uncle laughing replies, “Mom, there is one rule in my business- never discuss futbol, religion, or politics.”