PAK ‘N SAVE
By Yosimar Reyes
"Ma'am, we got you on camera," a Pak’ N Save security tells my Mama Doña.
We are recent arrivals to this country so Mama Doña is unable to communicate and stares at a small TV where the security replays a video in which she is vividly seen putting two containers of Tylenol into her coat pocket.
"Hey kid, can you please translate for her," the security officer directs his attention towards me.
"Abuelita, dice el señor que está robando," I quickly explained to Mama Doña as if she could not deduct by now what was happening.
Since no one will hire Mama Doña because of her lack of English, old age, and just plain stubbornness to learn American customs, she made friends with our neighbor Chonita.
We live in an apartment complex in the East Side filled with characters that are helping us adapt to this country.
Chonita lives in apartment 17, and she has so many kids; rumor has it that the government pays her rent. Her kids are loud and wild, often; you hear them shouting curse words in the courtyard as they play.
Chonita, with a stroller in her arm, takes a can of Diet Pepsi and pours it into her baby's biberon. The kids fight for what is leftover in the can but she smacks their hands and chugs the rest.