Her children were hungry. They drank soup from a plastic cup off of a thermos, taking turns. Sitting on the grass, on the ground, she wondered how long it was going to take to find a job. She knew of people who had arrived underwater, and some were picked up by fishing boats and driven to shore, but she had come by foot. It was more difficult with children in tow, but having them heightened her instincts to survive against all odds and fight for a better life.
She asked me if I knew how to speak Spanish. My Spanish isn't very good, because most of us are familiar only with the predominant language of our territory, but a few of us have traveled and moved around, exchanged places. While we are primarily bound to a territory, under certain circumstances we follow an individual or family we've become attached to. We are spirits, and we are sometimes guides.
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