A Message From Home

A Message from Homehe looked like a boy, but on her crazy shell bed, he could make music like a man"You're A False Mexican," the lady said too loudly in Spanish. It was Saturday afternoon and very crowded in the market, with long lines at the cash registers. The lady handled the money and he carried the groceries, because this was Los Angeles, California. Also, she did the talking and he did the listening, because she was a citizen and he was illegal."You never take me no place. Y...