TITLE: A Big Fat Truth
GENRE: Women’s Fiction
I was ten before I stopped thinking my papi could set right the trouble in our lives only just hadn’t gotten around to doing it yet, before I stopped thinking our way of living was anything close to normal.
Before that time I would spend every evening sitting at his side while my mammi and my sisters watched their telenovela, while my brother went out looking for girls easy with their kisses. For that short bit after dinner, I would be his only child. We would sit on our porch after the sun had lost its strength and had to slip away and hide until the moon itself was too tired to hold up the sky. Our legs would hang over the edge where he still hadn’t put any steps so there was only one big jump into the dirt of our garden. We would sit close, without even a finger of air between us, as if we were one person even though with all my heart I knew he was the whole of the world while I was only his youngest child and that my usefulness was something too close to nothing. He had already told me I was too big for his lap, too big to be lifting for kisses, so I knew I had to make sure and be something special he would not chase away like he had all the others.