and Words
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.
It was 1978, and my dad passed away nearly a year before. I stayed for the remainder of that school year in Puerto Rico, but we moved shortly after finishing that grade. I barely knew how to speak English; in fact, I failed English when I took it in Catholic school.
Upon my finishing third grade in Puerto Rico, we moved to Florida where my mom enrolled my younger sister and I into a bi-lingual (Spanish and English) classroom. Before we learned to adapt to living without my father, our mom yanked us from that environment and thrusted us into a new location (country even, though Puerto Rico is a US commonwealth), with a new language, and no childhood friends.