He’s a bit of a parrot Hence me calling him Paco Pacorro is a given. He’ll be a great politician There is only white or black with him Either you go to the right Or the left There is no in-between. He is what we call “Gente de raza” In other words He is from the hood He may be 5 But sometimes It feels like He is 15 One either adores him Or hates him.
But the core of it all He is humble And although sometimes He looks like a troublemaker He’ll stand for what’s right.
This is the introduction of the 5-year-old.
A few days ago Seb, the 3-year-old Came running from his room And as soon as he saw Paco.
He stopped and practically commanded With a playful voice, “Paacooo, open your moudth and say aaahh!!
Paco who was playing with legos Looked at him and followed along, “Aaaaahhh.”
Seb started laughing and saying, “haha you missing a toodth! Hahaha”
Paco turn his head towards me and shouted, “Mooommm, tell him to stooopp!”
I just couldn’t stop laughing I wasn’t expecting that. It was hard to stop laughing And be showing anger…
I guess I knew But I shut my eyes I’ve imagined every excuse You could think of But never the color Never the heritage Never the roots of it all.
Thinking back There was a time When I lived at a small town I was but seven And fascinated with magic Funny enough A family of five Came into town.
They were witches The grownups said They might put a spell on ya They said and with that Voiced barriers were made.
But I wanted to learn magic Due to circumstances I wanted to cast a spell And protect myself. I wanted to be invisible To the masked people. So either I died trying Or never be able to.
And yes A magic spell was cast “Friendship” The most beautiful there was. I learned so many things But never magic. Sometimes I was invisible to some people Since they thought I was stained Which didn’t really matter Since I was having other Much more troubling affairs At that time.
I once asked them Why is everyone saying You all are witches and yet You all don’t know any magic? Antonio’s mom answered With a pained smile “Well, it just came to be that way.” I couldn’t understand why She answered that way.
In fact I couldn’t understand How his dad was always Looking for a job He often was fired After a week or two of getting hired.
He was a loving father He never drank I never saw him raise his voice He could do just about anything. In my eyes, he was such a good guy I just couldn’t understand it.
After a year They left town I never saw them again.
I didn’t get it back then They were having a hard time coping Getting acknowledged despite their looks They barely had money for food Yet they always invited me To whatever they had in the table.
Why was I so naive back then? Why didn’t I see the injustice? Why did I shut my eyes?