My so called life

Saturday, August 27, 2011

I bid dad farewell at the bus terminal and ask him to give the babies hugs and kisses for me and to tell my mother and husband I love them.  He hugs me and I don’t want to let go, maybe if I hold him long enough he will decide to take me with him.  But that is not a decision he can make and I can not go.  I am heading back to what is now “my so called life” in another 18 bus ride back to Zacatecas.  It seems as if this is the longest ride I’ve ever been on, the bus stops at every small town and drops of passengers and picks up new ones.  I am board almost immediately and decide to pull out the book E sent me.  I am not much of a fiction reader having gotten used to reading up on the latest studies and public health issues.  I pick up the book and can’t put it down Delia’s Crossing by V.C Andrews is the first in a new series about a young girl from Mexico whose parent die and is sent to live with her estranged aunt in Palm Springs, California. The horrid woman and her ugly daughter make Delia’s life a living hell.  Delia is home sick, alone and afraid.  I immediately relate to her and want to know everything about her.  The bus ride gets longer and the exhaustion and sleep soon kick in.  It’s hard to sleep on a moving bus with an uncomfortable, non reclining seat but I close my eyes and hope for some rest.   

Happy Birthday to one of my favorite ladies, I love you and I am thankful everyday for having you in my life.  Thank you for being amazing! Love, one of your faithful minions.