My parents tell me I was born here, in King City, but I don’t believe them or my birth certificate. Guadalajara is home. It’s an actual city with malls, trains and Costco. But now I’m here in my aunt’s trailer, on an empty main street with gas stations and oversized toy trucks. I’m supposed to start school too – I even met a teacher I don’t understand. I’d prefer picking tomatoes, though, to make money and leave. Maybe to Salinas after graduating. My older cousin lives there. I hear it has a Costco, and nice beaches, too.
Seen in Monterey County Weekly.