Story 2 Conchita
Maria Luisa Concha Rebaro de Villa was sitting on a stool next to the old cow in the barn. She wiped the sweat from her face with her skirt and continued to milk. It was hard work and even though the sun had just risen over the mountains it was hot and humid.
Conchita as she was called by her parents and older sister moved the full bucket and replaced it with another and then stood up. She walked over to the barn door and looked out over the mountains and the green forest covering them. She stretched her arms high above her head and twisted her hips a few times. The stool made her back hurt and this was the only way she knew how to make it better. While she was standing there the family’s cat came around the corner. Conchita poured some milk in an old rusted cup she found hanging on the wall and gave it to the animal.
“Are you done?”