Edward’s
story begins with his birth. A birth in which every native El Pasoin has heard
and recounted millions of times. I being five years old at the time of his birth
have only a bleached memory of what took place on that day. So since my
liability is of question I will insert my older sister’s diary of that day.
“It
had rained all morning. The sky is still dark. I can hear the wind howling
through the trees. The bulging
gray clouds continue to torment me with pellets of ice cold rain. The neighborhood kids keep eyeing the soccer field hoping it wont flood again. For me I got real problems to worry about. Mamma's been at the hospital for three days now. All I heard was from Mrs. Carson and she just said, "Tia, just you be praying that your mama have a baby." Mrs. Carson told me that last evening, so I don't know much more. Daddy hasn't been home for months, hes been out driving the truck. "Daddy he be back soon to see the baby." that's what mamma said before she left for the hospital.
