I remember when I was six-years-old, Ultima came to live with my family during the summer of that year. My mother called her la Grande as a sign of respect and really wanted Ultima to stay with our family. However, my father became concern for me and my sisters because she was a curandera, and could be misunderstood as evil. My parents finally agreed to bring Ultima in our house because they did not wanted her to live with loneliness, it was not part of our culture to abandon an elderly person. Our home had an attic with two small rooms that were occupied by me and two my sisters, Deborah and Theresa. Our old house always made a creaking sound as I step down on the wooden steps to the kitchen, the heart of my family and home. I find myself caught in two different backgrounds, opposing ones that clash. My father was raised as a vaquero, meanwhile; my mother had been nurtured by a family of farmers. My mother could not accustom to the llano and persuaded my father to move to the town of Guadalupe after I was born. She believed that our family had a chance to thrive and that my sisters and I would attain a better education. My poor father hated the idea …show more content…
The night that Lupito died I sneak out to witness the entire situation that occurred in the river that night. I saw Lupitio get kill by the men in my town which included also my father. The scene was too overwhelming for me; the death of a man is very horrific and terrifying. I felt very upset and tears ran down my cheek think about Lupito’s death. Ultima was there when I came back home to provide me with comfort and relief, she gave me a remedy to drink and sanitized my cuts created by the trees. The remedy made me very sleepy and I quickly fell asleep dreaming about my three brothers, Leon, Andrew, and Eugene. Ultima came along with my mother and sisters to help my Uncle Pedro pick his