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- Mama dances, laughs, dances. All the sudden, Mama got sick. I fan her hot face with a paper plate.
- Too many tamales, but uncle Nacho says too many this and tilts his thumb to his lips. Everybody laughing except me, because I'm wearing the new dress, pink and white with stripes, and new underclothes and new socks and old saddle shoes I wear to school, brown and white, the kind I get every september because they last long and they do. My feet scuffed and round, and the heels all crooked that look dumb with this dress, so I just sit.
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- Then uncle Nacho is pulling and pulling my arm and it doesn't matter how new the dress mama bought is because my feet are big and ugly until my uncle who is a lair says, you are prettiest girl here, will you dance, but I believe him, and yes, we are dancing, my uncle and me, only I don't want to at first
- you are prettiest girl here, will you dance?
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- my feet swell big and heavy like plungers, but I drag them across the linoleun floor straight center where uncle wants me to show off the new dance we learned. And uncle spins me, and my skinny arms bend the way he taught me, and my mother watches, and my little cousins watch, and the boy who is my cousin by first communion watches, and everyone says, wow, who are two who dance like in the movies, until I forgot that I am wearing only ordinary shoes, brown and white, the kind my mother buys each year for school.
- And all I hear is the clapping when the music stops. My uncle and me bow and he walks me back in my thick shoes to my mother who is proud to be my mother. All night the boy who is a man watches me dance. He watches me dance.
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