![]() ![]() ![]() She sits all day by the window and plays the Spanish radio show and sings all the homesick songs about her country in a voice that sounds like a seagull. No speak english Whatever her reasons, whether she is fat, or can't climb the stairs, or is afraid of English, she won't come down. I have inherited her name, but I don't want to inherit her place by the window. ![]() I wonder if she made the best with what she got or was she sorry because she couldn't be all the things she wanted to be. She looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow. And the story goes she never forgave him. Just like that, as if she were a fancy chandelier. Until my great-grandfather threw a sack over her head and carried her off. I would've liked to have known her, a wild horse of a woman, so wild she wouldn't marry. She was a horse woman too, born like me in the Chinese year of the horse-which is supposed to be bad luck if you're born female - but I think this is a Chinese lie because the Chinese, like the Mexicans, don't like their women strong. It was my great-grandmother's name and now it is mine. It is the Mexican records my father plays on Sunday mornings when he is shaving, songs like sobbing. ![]()
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