How Mexican-American Women Are Fashioning Identity
Perhaps my grandmother already knew she was dying when she initiated our weekend shopping trips. Sometimes she drove us to the Goodwill herself. As her health deteriorated, the job often fell to my cousin. I remember how patient he looked in his white muscle shirt and chain necklace, gently guiding my grandmother’s shaking steps as she greeted the store clerk in her native Spanish.I hardly ever heard her speak Spanish before. It was the first of many sides of her personality I only glimpsed at the Goodwill while my grandmother scavenged for vintage dresses.
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