I wake up. It's Saturday. The best and worst day of the week all rapped in one. It's bad because I have to get up. It's good because it's a work day and I get to be away from home. From all the fighting. I walk to Sofia's bed and nudge her. Her eyes pop open, animated. She smiles that smile of her's that is at least 2 miles long. She hopes up and gets ready. I get ready too. I wear rolled up jeans and a button up shirt with my oldest, and only pair of sneakers. I give kisses to Maria and Rosa, who are fast asleep in their bunk beds. Sofia and I meet Emilio and Tomas out in the hall. We all say good bye to mom and leave. Father must be at the farmers market already. He usually goes on Saturdays and Sundays early and works shifts and then trades with us for later shifts. Not on Sundays though, we have to be at church. We walk quietly. Occasionally, Sofia asks questions or talks about school, but besides that there is complete silence. When we get to the store father is pacing back and forth outside. "Papa." Emilio says. "What are you doing?" "Waiting for the police. There has been a break in."
