Issue #20 (2011) PDF - myweb - Long Island University
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―Angelo,‖ I called out. ―I‘m stuck; I can‘t move the water is pulling me in.‖<br />
He carefully waded in the water and very easily grabbed both my hands and pulled me out.<br />
When I reached the dry sand, I cried. I don‘t think I was strong enough to get out of the water by<br />
myself. To this day, I am convinced that I would have drowned if he hadn‘t come to the beach when<br />
he did.<br />
During the remaining days of our trip to the beach, Rosa and I survived the sun, the insect<br />
bites and the other children putting three-inch dead beetles under our pillows.<br />
Once back in Cali our aunts saw us, they were horrified to see our burnt and peeling skin<br />
and all the weight I had lost. We had been out in the sun for fourteen days without any sunscreen at<br />
all. That night when I showered for the first time in fourteen days and put on a proper nightgown<br />
on to sleep my aunt saw my legs, which were covered in bug bites, some old and scabbed over and<br />
some fresh still bleeding from where I had scratched. The bite marks were of different sizes and<br />
colors, red to purplish black. I remember that on my right leg I counted twenty-seven in a line as if<br />
the mosquitoes had a dinner party in which I was the main course. She hurriedly called my other<br />
aunt. I doubted that they called my father in New York, because in 1975 my family only made an<br />
international phone call if someone had died. My other aunt came over and they cleaned them and<br />
covered the worst ones with band aides. My sister hadn‘t been bitten as much as I had been, but<br />
they checked<br />
Later that fall my uncle and his wife sent my father a nasty letter telling them how lazy and<br />
sloppy we were. I guess they were talking about the fact that we didn‘t wash dishes and then refused<br />
to take a rainwater shower on the back porch the day we were leaving to return to the city. What<br />
was the point We weren‘t allowed to shower for fourteen days. What was one more day and we<br />
weren‘t about to go naked in the back of the house. The other children had played enough pranks<br />
on us we weren‘t going to take any chances. On the other hand, maybe they were talking about all<br />
the blood spots my mosquito bites left on their sheets. My mother cursed them out and my father<br />
too for leaving us with him.<br />
I was angry, hurt and embarrassed, so started to write a letter to my uncle to tell him what a<br />
bad uncle he was and maybe use some of my mother‘s curses, as well. I was going to ask, why did<br />
he take two city kids out to the jungle, not watch us, tell us about riptides or make sure we ate and<br />
had protection from the bugs and the sun. My hand was shaking as I wrote the first few angry words<br />
on the page.<br />
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