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I had always been bound in my life to family and tradition. Happiness was not a prerequisite. If any happiness was involved in my family it was of when my parents thought they rid me of a horrible future. There were no rules, only tradition. Rules can usually be avoided, or a loophole can be found with which one can squeeze their way through the enclosing gap that gave way to the other side. Tradition left no room for escape. It engulfed everyone. You lived it every day, it became you. I loved the comforting enclosure of the family that tradition provided. It filled me with honey - like warmth, oozing from the pores on my body, covering me with sticky loveliness.
My upbringing taught me to respect tradition, and for the most part I did, until I met Jos Trevio. He was my soul mate; I opened my soul to him and he to me. But my family did not approve of him because of his Negro blood. After the discovery of our affair, my parents immediately arranged my marriage with Juan Del Garza. My whole world was ripped from underneath me.
I was then forced into the respectable role of women, serving their husbands for all of their life. My parents were ecstatic that they were able to separate me from Jos. Yet we continued seeing each other under the cover of the moonlit night. I was content with living this lie, until i discovered I was pregnent with Jos’s child. We planned to run and escape from the madness, until he was shot down that very night.
