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at Rainbo Roller Rink when Cindy walked into my room with the
house phone.
Toma its your mother. I cringed. It was Moms birthday and I
had chosen to go roller skating instead of hanging out with her at
my Grandmas.
I prepared myself for a steaming hot pile of guilt with a side of
But I understand if going to Aubrey and Kates party is more
important than spending time with your mother on her birthday
but no, you should go and have a good time.
I took a deep breath and started: Hey, MomHappy birthday! So I
know
Get your shit together, Im coming to take you home. I could
hear the seatbelt alert in her car, followed by the door slamming. I
suddenly felt breakfast turn over in my stomach.
What do you mean? I am home.
Not anymore. I just got off of the phone with your father and he
said that he cant afford to keep you, so Im coming to get you.
Pack up. Your stuff; Ill be there in twenty minutes. I heard the
engine turn over before she hung up.
My face got really hot as tears started creeping into my eyes. Was
I angry, or was I sad? Or was I feeling a different feeling that my
twelve-year-old mind couldnt even wrap around? Why would Dad
say that? Did he mean it?
What I had was Moms word, and right then, that was enough to
convince me.
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My parents had split up officially two years before, and it had been
messy, to say the least. At first, I lived with Mom and my older
sister Diana in the house that I grew up in, a small bungalow on
Cicero and Schubert Avenue.
I clung tight to those memories and all the others that lived in
those walls, holding on to them during my parents divorce and
hoping that there was some way I could recreate them someday,
but
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Her name was Cindy, and when I met her for the first
time at the bar near the shoe rental desk at Pioneer Lanes on
North and Pulaski, she seemed nervous and said something like
nice to finally meet you before walking away and sitting with
Dad in their lane.
Well, saying she was sitting with him is probably a gross
understatement. She was on his lap. He moved her permed hair
away from her face and whispered something to her (which must
have been hilarious, judging by her cackle, which I found
uncomfortably similar to Ursulas in The Little Mermaid). She
kissed him, and it was sloppy and wet and gross and different than
Id ever seen him kiss Mom.
I asked him if she was his girlfriend. He paused for a moment and
carefully said, Yes, shes the person Im seeing.
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were now wide and afraid, who was saying Dont worry, mijo.
Lets just get you to that party.
Dad
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and ushered me out the door to his van. I climbed into the back
seat and buckled my seatbelt, Dad pulling the car into drive just as
Mom and two uncles pulled up, blocking us in from both ends.
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lived on the North Shore and realizing how different my family was
from theirs in so many ways.
I raised my hand and made a comment somewhere along the lines
of, Well, I think that a family can probably be able to get by on
that amount of money and have just about enough to eat and pay
bills.
Probably fearing that this young poor brown person was going to
turn her entire lesson plan on its head, one of my teachers, Mrs.
Saposnik didnt respond and called on someone else immediately
afterward. Unfortunately for her, she called on Lily Maxwell, who
did not agree with what I said.
Uhh. There is no way a family can survive on that amount of
money. No one can really get by on just enough. Once again, Mrs.
Saposnik moved on without response, and perhaps even nodded in
agreement just a little bit. I actually couldnt tell you one way or
the other, because the next thing I knew, I was on my feet
screaming that it had to be possible for people to live on just
enough, because SOME people didnt have any other choice.
I told my Assistant Principal that afternoon that I freaked and
stormed out because I was poor; that there were nights that I went
to bed hungry. I didnt tell her that I went to bed hungry because
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what food we did have I didnt want, not realizing that my selfish
act of wanting needing a platform to tell my teacher and my
class how the other half lived almost got me and my sister taken
away from my mother.
My mom called me from work when I got home and told me that
Id be moving in with my father for a little while, because she
didnt know what to do with me.
And you know what? I dont know if I blame her.
Mom
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demanding that I come out of the van. Dad told me to get in the
backseat and stay there as he jumped out and Mom jumped down
his throat and first, my parents, then my uncles, then Cindy all
started fighting over what they thought was theirs.
I kept myself locked in Dads van and sat staring at Mom
threatening Dad while protected by my two gargantuan uncles,
Dad saying nothing as the fighting continued to storm around him.
Mom yelled at me to get out of the car because the cops were on
their way, Cindy yelled at me to stay inside and not come out,
before Mom spat back at her: Dont talk to MY son, Cindy. You
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time seemed
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But here was the proof, standing right in front of me. I know now
that Cindy wasnt the first, but in that moment and for the next
fifteen years, I tried to convince myself that she was the reason for
my parents divorce. I told myself that their love was so great, that
they protected me and cared for me and sacrificed for me so much
that there was no way that anything other than an outside force
could make them do this. Make them treat me like a bargaining
chip to hurt each other. I villainized this woman and told myself
that I hated her for destroying my family and tearing my parents
apart, all in an effort to keep those capes on their shoulders.
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OUT]
Cindy and Mom were still going at it when the cops pulled up and
pried them apart. Moms face and neck were covered in scratches
and she clutched a small tuft of shiny permed hair in her hand.
Slurs flew back and forth in Spanish and in English. Mom produced
custody papers that proved that, for all legal intents and purposes,
I belonged to her.
Dad produced a small white envelopeI recognized it from the
spot in the china cabinet that it had been in since June. I
immediately knew what he was doing, and knew that it wouldnt
make any difference. He held the envelope up so that Mom and
everyone else could see that he had proof that I should be with
him, pulling out the fathers day card that I gave him that year,
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on the steps of the house with his head buried in his shaking
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hands. I said goodbye, hugged him, and told him I would see him
soon.
Then, I got into Moms car, and went back to the bungalow on
Schubert Avenue that I used to call home. [MUSIC OUT]
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