Thank you!

One day I decided to go back to Mexico with my kids. We have had a really hard time here. I was without money, food, and someone who can help me. The eight-year-old doesn't want to go, but doesn't have any other option.

When I had everything that I needed to be ready to go, I discovered that I didn't have enough money. One of my partners at school helped me with food, and I had a raffle and sold some things to my fellow students. I was so sad, but my kids made me feel better.

I want to say thanks for everything to my partners at school. You are going to be in my heart forever. Don't forget me!

I will be in Mexico when this story is published for the best teacher, Sue.

My Skin Color

When I was a little girl, kids and adults in Mexico, hurt my feelings when they called me "NEGRA". They laughed at my color. That bad experience made me feel sad. At that time, I didn't understand why the people did that to me.

I remember when my son Dario was born. The people came to my house to see the baby's color because they thought he would be dark like me. You can believe so? I had to fight every day with them, but guess what? when I came here and the white girls told me they would like to have my color because they have to be in the sun for a long time, or pay to get some color on their skin.

When I saw black and white people together I just understand that I have to be strong, so now when the people try to say something bad to me I just smile and ask for respect! I'll never let them call me NEGRA and hurt my feelings again. If they do I'll tell something back to them. I don't think that is good to do because no matter what color, nationality, or religion you are, we are humans.

We have feelings, we live over the same earth and under the same sky,right? We always have something to share with the others.