Emigration & Immigration
Cold fear twisted in my stomach. I couldn't argue now, not with José lying on the ground, shaking, while Mamá and Marcos tried to hoist him up. But how could I talk to the patrón? A man who yelled at his workers about any little thing would never listen to a kid, especially a kid whose English was sure to come out all wrong. It always did when I was nervous or upset. And yelling the names of vegetables in Spanish wasn't going to help me one bit this time.
When friends came over,
Ghost played with everyone.
But when strangers came to the door,
Rainer and Eka turned off the lights and pretended no one was home.
Ghost wanted to help.
She fetched them toys to play with.
She snuggled close and licked their tears.
"People don't like us, Ghost," Rainer whispered, "just because Eka and I love each other."
Over and over they had to move.
Ghost did not like moving.
She hid behind the curtains,
and on top of book shelves where she felt safe
She hid beneath the bed, inside a paper bag.
Over and over, Rainer said, "Sorry Ghost. It isn't safe for us here."
Ghost knew that they couldn't keel hiding.
If her dads were in danger, she would be a guard cat.
Ghost listened for footsteps in the hallway.
