My Brother the Mexican

K. Angelique Dwyer

Abstract


El “Piti” le decían, I never knew why. We lived just outside “El Barrio,” at least that’s what they called it, ‘cause it took too long to say “Tlachichilco del Carmen.” Nobody called it that, but my mom. She would make us go to El Barrio a vender “panquecitos.” Two little gringüitos selling cupcakes en la plaza.

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DOI: https://doi.org/10.5130/portal.v14i2.5615

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