My Hero In Blue

Job Hunting

Pablo and I got up early in the morning writing down jobs that were available here in New York. Things that I could do behind the counter and things Pablo could do for, well, for anyone. Behind and not behind counter. First went to a play called Walgreens and met with the manager of the place.

"You both are social people, know how to resolve problems and love food." The manager read. Pablo nodded as I looked at each of them. "And you're from-" the started. I know this one!

"Nicaragua!" I exclaimed. The manager turned to me and I sat down in my chair.

The manager looked at both of us then the paper. We walked out of Walgreens with no job because we didn't have enough on our résumé! We went to another place, Chili's and met the manager there. She looked at each of each and didn't give us a job, because she thought that were from México, and that we couldn't speak English. That's our father! We went from job to job looking for jobs but no one would give us job. At our 6th stop the manager looked at me and pointed at me.

"Does she speak English?" He asked.

Pablo opened his mouth and gave him a sheepish smile. We walked out of there with no job again. Once we out of the store Pablo so angry and crumpled the piece of paper of stores to go to and kicked it into the street. He turned to me and sighed. We walked down the sidewalk staying silent as people around us were talking.

"This is stupid." Pablo admitted.

"We should've done this next week." I admitted. Pablo stopped having me stop next to him. "What?" I asked.

"I don't think that it'll be any different from today." Pablo admitted. I sighed and looked at the ground. "I mean looked how today turned out. People didn't want us because of what we look like, the language we speak, and where we are from." Pablo reminded me. "So much for a 'new beginning." Pablo said.

He started to walk away as I stood in my place for a few moments. I then followed with my brother. I heard my stomach grumble so I placed my hands on my stomach. We saw a taco truck and Pablo had me sit down at the plastic table. A man came up to us and we looked up at him.

"Hello, what can I ya?" He asked. This man looked Hispanic but had an American accent. He must be from here.

"What do you have?" Pablo asked.

"Oh, the usual for a Mexican taco truck, tacos, tamales, mole, and soda." The man listed. Pablo turned to me and I turned to the man.

"Two tacos... um... for each... of us." I answered. The man nodded and walked towards the truck. I placed my cheek in my hand Pablo saw how stressed I was. He grabbed my hand and rubbed it to comfort me. He may be my younger brother, but he knows how to make people happy.

"Hey, we'll find a job. Both of us. God will know the right job for each of us." Pablo told me. I smiled at his comment. The man came walking toward us with two orange jarritos.

"It's on the house." He said with a warm smile. Pablo smiled and rubbed his my hand again. "So, what are you two here doing in New York?" The man asked in Spanish. I turned to him with a surprised look. He chuckled at my reaction. Pablo smiled.

"We just moved here." I answered. The man nodded at my answer. "We're currently looking for jobs for each of us, but so far things aren't so bright." I added. The man nodded with smile away.

"You know..." the man started. He sat down in a chair next to our table. "My grandson and I run this taco shop all day, just the two of us. I've been wanting to open a second one, but I can't find anyone to do it." The man said. "But you two, you look perfect for the job." The man smiled.

"Really?" Pablo asked.

"Of course! All the money you earn in a day is yours." The man said.

"Thank you so much, sir. May God bless you." I thanked the man.

"Please, it's Juan." He smiled. He nodded and walked towards the taco truck. Pablo and I smiled and we got up to hug with excitement. We ate our tacos and Pablo taught me some more English. I can count to thirty now and write simple sentence in English. I'm learning fast, but it's so I can understand everyone that's around me. Thank you, Lord for everything!