Chapter 1: Moving To Fresno

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As Panchito returns to his shack after a long day at the farm he sighs from spending all his days working and being exhausted. To make things worse he sees cardboard boxes neatly packed at the front door. He knew what was about to happen, he's moving again, a new city, farm, and school. He's tired, tired of moving, tired of working, and tired of life. He'd rather be spending his time in Mexico listening to corridos, going to school, and seeing his friends. Oh how he loved corridos, his body felt warm, loved, and calm while thinking about the beautiful ballads. He hopes to meet someone who enjoys music and corridos as much as himself. Tears started to run down his face as he remembered the memories in Mexico, he didn't have to move anywhere, He didn't have to speak another language and he didn't have to work. 

Panchito couldn't sleep that night, he tossed, he turned, and laid in his bed wide awake. Just before 5 am Papa woke everyone up. They started packing our things into the "Carcanchita", Papas old '38 black Plymouth he bought back in the winter of Santa-Rosa in 1949. Everything was packed with them except for Mamas pot which was filled with cooked beans, she made sure not to spill them as it's their dinner for the day. "As we all got in the car I felt balls of anxious sweat dripping down my face, I took a last look at our shack we called our home and fell asleep".

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