Three years later(somewhere in Mexico)
"Ema." Someone called from inside a thatched cottage.
The sun was hot making the fire the woman was tending to burn faster.
"Ema! Come help me." The woman dressed in a white shirt stained with Ash and coal.
Her hair a mess of black and grey. Sweat making them stick to her forehead.
She coughed a little and reached out to her fan which she kept close to keep the embers of wood burning.
"Coming Mom." A voice rang from outside, soft yet loud like a clarinet.
A young girl in her early twenties rushed to the old woman who called for her.
"Mom, I don't want to cook. The farm is much fun."
"Yes. Digging and getting all those nails dirty is fun. It would have been better if you came as a boy." Her mother mocked.
"Help me with the melon seeds. Yo
