The Parade
Stained glass from Notre Dame Sundays dias de misa! Bright and flowery days everyone dressed in their best for all to see. My family, neighbors, strangers ready to praise the Lord! The folks who did the most went to Jericho Baptist Church. I was certain no one at my church, Our Lady of Victoryyyyy could compete. But the folks who walked down our streeeeet to get to First Samoan Full Gospel Church around the corner from my block also had flair. While mom and my sisters finished getting ready for our service, “Holy Communion!” I’d sit on the front steps like a good girl, the thickness of my dress bunched up between my legs, my hair slicked back in a plain pony-tail and feet stuffed into my Mexican-leather shoes mom bought me at la tienda 3 Hermanos. My shoes felt tight, like my pony-tail, but around my toes. Sundays cramped my style, toes and temples throbbed, as I watched the contingent of worship