My Grandmother's Eyes
We were a very Catholic family. Five children born two years apart. The year was 1980 when my father imported my grandmother to the United States to help with child care. I was six years old. Little did I know how much of my life would be defined by this decision. The arrangement was to care for my sister, number four in the birth order. She was a baby. I remember this because my grandmother fondly referred to my sister as "her baby". It amazes me, that my mother, who worked full time as a nurse at the hospital, through her varicose veins, managed the family before my grandmother arrived. She worked the midnight shift from two to midnight as a nurse. Mom got us ready in the morning and dropped us off at school. After school, we carpooled, stayed at a Filipno lady's house until my father picked us up. He probably thought when child number four was born that it ...