Hope, Hope, and Some More Hope

She who works six days a week, sometime seven, to provide for five kids. Her parents are ill, and her father can’t remember her: my cousin, he calls her. Her mother was just diagnosed with type two diabetes; problems of her own, but she doesn’t forget her parents. Her husband doesn’t help her out. You think you’re rich wasting you money, lending it to people, he’d say. Working to keep the kids in school, and he only pays for the house and occasionally small supplies. She pays doctor’s appointments, buys school supplies, all she can afford. Two children live with her and her husband, in the maid’s corner, three live elsewhere. Even offering shelter to a friend of her daughter’s, who’s had a difficult relationship with her parents.
She went on vacation to her homeland to visit her oldest son for his seventeenth birthday; she wasn’t able to fly because her immigration papers weren’t valid, the flight ways postponed to two to three days later. When arriving, her cousin passed away. On her returning flight, something again went wrong with the documents, and she stayed three more days. She got in touch with a source and asked to them to tell her boss the news: don’t worry said the source. And her boss never got the news. Three days later, she was on the plane and something inside the plane was broken and her flight was rescheduled for the next day.
God is her best friend, helping her go through life. Soy Católica hasta la muerte she’d say. She grabs help from her inner resources. God is son her side, when she wins the lottery often, u just keeps giving: helping family, anyone can count on her. God was the one who helped me find a job when I was walking down the streets crying to put bread on the table. God sees all you do, you cannot lie to god, and he is your true friend. Never lose hope, hope is all you need. She prays for hope, hope, and some more hope.