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My grandfather is one of these people. His hair is now covered in white and his face in lines. He usually wears a pair of gray pants, a flannel shirt, his old sandals and his light brown sombrero. I visit him only once a year.
I went to elementary school there, then junior high school, until my family and I moved to the United States. So much time has passed since then. And now I have repeated the family history. I can travel only once a year. The distance and time make me miss my family a lot. I question why we are constantly moving: Why do we keep looking for a better life somewhere else? I try to take advantage of every visit to talk to him and listen to his stories.
When I visit him, I notice that, just like him, the house where he lives has been marked by years of solitude, by the absence of those who used to be there. Left behind are my grandfather, the plants and this house that he built with the money he saved when he went to work in California and from the cows he sold. My grandmother died years ago, and I can see that he misses her very much.
Sometimes it saddens me to imagine him alone, without his life companion, and now without his sons and daughter. I arrive at his house and knock on the door. The years are catching up with him, but when he finally opens the door, I see the smile painted on his face and I hug him. We sit down to talk while the telenovela plays in the background. He always reminds me that his children went north and left him alone, and that now I have decided to go even further away.
Sometimes he blames himself for this. Then, he takes out the phone that one of his sons gave him so that they can stay in touch. Nor does he know how to read; he never had the opportunity to learn. He was recruited as part of the Bracero program, he tells me. He heard about about this program on one of his trips walking from his town into the city to look for work. Once in California, he worked in fields growing cotton, melon, almonds, and peaches. He told me that to cross into the United States, everyone was inspected to make sure that they were not carrying some kind of sickness.
