Pomona, and then to Colton. She was still trying to work in
Marina del Rey after she had my sister. It was like she was
working the graveyard shift. She had to drop us oĉ at my
grandmother’s every day. ͳis one day when I was eight I
told her she didn’t have to do it.
Tiffany: “Mom, let me babysit. I know how to make
bottles. I know how to change diapers. We’re going to
go to bed in about two hours. I know how to make hot
dogs, rice. I know how to cook everything. We’re
about to go to bed, and when you get home we’ll be
waking up.”Mom: “I’m running late. Okay.”She never came back.
Two days went by. She did not come home. Step-Father
didn’t come home, either. No one came home. Step-Father
used to come home every night, but he didn’t come home at
all.
I called my grandma, and my grandma said she hadn’t
heard from my mom. By the third day, my grandma came
out to where we were. She called Step-Father’s auntie and
his auntie said:
Auntie: “Oh, she’s in the hospital in Pomona. She had a
car accident on the 10 Freeway. You didn’t know?”Grandma: “Why didn’t nobody tell me? How do you