Allen sat on the couch in front of the TV eating his lunch and watching a Mexican Telenovella. The Televovellas were, to Allen, wonderful stories of Love and Heroism. He had just gotten home from school. He had one hour before he had to go to work selling donuts to Gringos in front of the water store in his village. His Mama made the donuts every day. She made sugar donuts and custard filled with chocolate topping.
“Guadalupe,” Mama said, “10 minutes and the donuts will be ready. 5 sugar, 5 custard. Just like every day. Let us see if you can sell them.”
“ Mama, please call me Allen. It is my new name you know,” replied Allen.
His Mama always said the same thing when this issue came up, “You will always be Guadalupe to me.”
“Allen. Please Mama.”
“Guadalupe to me.”
“I like Allen.”
“Allen, I like Guadalupe.”
Then they both laughed. Allen got up from the couch and washed his dishes from lunch. He was good like that for an 11 year old boy. He didn’t want his Mama to work too hard to raise him and his brother Alfonso. Continue reading “Fortune Donuts”