La Manzana Short Story
La Manzana Apples As Esperanza stared at Mama through her tears, she wondered if life would ever be the same as it once was. “No se preocupe,” whispered Abuelita, “ It’s going to be okay.” Esperanza knew that Abuelita was just trying to get her to feel better, but she wanted to believe her. Later that night, while trying to fall asleep, Esperanza heard Mama sobbing downstairs. She wanted to go comfort her, but she knew she would just make her cry more. She slowly fell asleep, and her dream turned into more and more of nightmare. She dreamt of creepy bandits with long, tendril like arms that were just waiting to take Papa away from her. She saw Papa, tiny and helpless, in a horde of bandits chasing him to get him off of this
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Stacked at an angle against the doorway to the living room was various pieces of a broken fence. Next to it was a small bag of beef jerky, with a rose on the opposite side of the fence pieces. For a second, Esperanza thought that they could have been the bandits that killed her father, but then she thought that they were in the middle of nowhere, so it would make no sense for them to be bandits. And they seemed like trustable people, so she brushed off that thought. Ricardo’s son walked down the steps into the living room, where Esperanza was sitting. “W-Who are you?” asked the six-year old boy, “Are you going to steal from us?”
“My name’s Esper-”
“Because we stole this stuff fare and square, missy.”
“Y-You stole this stuff?!” asked Esperanza, shocked to think that her gut feeling of them being bandits was, in fact, true.
“Sure did. My papa said that when he killed that ‘dumb old owner of El Rancho de la Rosas,’ he decided it was the best decision he ever made. He had been planning on doing it for years, but he never got the right chance to.”
“Th-that man, h-he was my father.”
“Oh. Rough topic. I’m just going to…” Juan dashed out of the room. Esperanza started crying. Sofia ran downstairs, at the sound of Esperanza’s tears. “Oh, no, no, no! Who’s crying? Please don’t
Stacked at an angle against the doorway to the living room was various pieces of a broken fence. Next to it was a small bag of beef jerky, with a rose on the opposite side of the fence pieces. For a second, Esperanza thought that they could have been the bandits that killed her father, but then she thought that they were in the middle of nowhere, so it would make no sense for them to be bandits. And they seemed like trustable people, so she brushed off that thought. Ricardo’s son walked down the steps into the living room, where Esperanza was sitting. “W-Who are you?” asked the six-year old boy, “Are you going to steal from us?”
“My name’s Esper-”
“Because we stole this stuff fare and square, missy.”
“Y-You stole this stuff?!” asked Esperanza, shocked to think that her gut feeling of them being bandits was, in fact, true.
“Sure did. My papa said that when he killed that ‘dumb old owner of El Rancho de la Rosas,’ he decided it was the best decision he ever made. He had been planning on doing it for years, but he never got the right chance to.”
“Th-that man, h-he was my father.”
“Oh. Rough topic. I’m just going to…” Juan dashed out of the room. Esperanza started crying. Sofia ran downstairs, at the sound of Esperanza’s tears. “Oh, no, no, no! Who’s crying? Please don’t