Your name is Teresa Morales, and at fifty-eight years old, you have learned that humiliation has a temperature. It starts behind your ears, then moves down your neck, settling in your chest like a pot left too long on a flame. It is a heat made of whispers, glances, and the sick little smile people wear when they think they have measured your worth from across a room.
You feel it the moment you step into the church in your old green dress and hear the silence around you change shape. Not silence exactly. The softer, meaner thing people create when they are talking about you without wanting to be caught.
You keep your chin up anyway. You have spent most of your life waking before dawn to sell tomatoes, onions, peppers, squash, cilantro, and whatever else the wholesale truck brought to your neighborhood market in Puebla. For years, your hands have smelled like earth and crushed stems, like honest work and tired mornings.
Those hands raised your son alone. Those hands packed his lunches, counted coins for school supplies, wiped his fever, signed his papers, and folded every dream small enough to fit inside your apron pocket until one day those dreams came back larger. Marco was the only person in your life who had ever made the struggle look worthwhile.
When he was little, you used to watch him sleep on the narrow bed you shared in the one-room apartment above the mechanic’s shop and wonder whether love was supposed to feel so much like fear. Fear of not having enough. Fear of getting sick.
Fear of not being able to protect what mattered most. Fear that one accident, one bad week, one unpaid bill could snatch away the child you had built your whole life around. But fear never stopped you.
Not when you carried produce crates that felt heavier than your own bones. Not when rain soaked through your sweater in winter and your fingers went stiff with cold while you made change. Not when customers haggled over pennies like the pennies did not matter, though pennies had once stood between you and dinner.
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