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Early to Rise
I knew it was early.
I could hear the roosters crowing and my mom whistling one of her
favorite Mexican tunes. She rolled the
dough to make fresh flour tortillas for our breakfast and lunch in the
cotton fields that day. It was 5:00 AM
when I heard Mom say it was time to get ready for the day.
I could feel the pain as I tried to move my sunburned
body. Every bone ached as I tried to get
out of bed. My hands were lobster red
and hurt as I tried to move my fingers.
There were scratches and blisters on my hands from the day before. I could hear Mom’s whistling in the
background. How could she be so happy
when I was so miserable about having to pick cotton?
I washed my face with cold water and brushed my teeth so
that I could feel better about the day.
My cotton picking clothes consisted of bright red pants and a pink long
sleeved shirt with socks and tennis shoes.
I knew I would have to wear a sun bonnet to protect my skin against the
sun. I focused on not complaining as I
got myself ready for the long day ahead.
After getting dressed, I had to go to the kitchen to help
pack our lunch. Mom had enough food for
an army. There was hot coffee in a
thermos to drink while we ate breakfast tacos and there was Kool-Aid to
drink with our lunch tacos. Mom
was a great cook and her meals definitely made the long, hot day more bearable.
Once the breakfast and lunch tacos were packed, I
went to the front porch of our house to fold my burlap cotton sack and make
sure that I had my gloves to protect my hands.
As I sat there, I could see the foreman’s bright blue truck turn into
our driveway.
I climbed into the back of the truck and looked for a corner
so that I could avoid the cold morning air once the truck started moving. The drive was about thirty minutes long.
I climbed off the truck as soon as we reached the cotton
fields. As I placed the sun bonnet on my
head, I knew that I could count on the same painful ritual the next day.
As I bent to pick cotton, every bone in my body screamed to
remind me that the only way to change the morning ritual for me was to get an
education so that I could get out of the cotton fields.
I could hear Mom whistling her happy tune as she began to
pick cotton.
Discussion and Writing Prompts
- Why is
the mother so happy and the daughter miserable and in so much pain? Compare and contrast their outlook on
life using a Venn diagram. Explain
your opinion and beliefs in a well-developed essay.
- Is the
family in the story rich or poor?
Write an essay explaining your answer and/or opinion.
- Illustrate
one of the scenes in the story.
Provide a title and subheading for the picture.
- What
is the main idea in the story?
Create a five sentence paragraph explaining the main idea of the story.
- Create
a character sketch of the daughter or mother. Write a character sketch or draw a picture
supporting your character sketch.
I knew it was early.
I could hear the roosters crowing and my mom whistling one of her
favorite Mexican tunes. She rolled the
dough to make fresh flour tortillas for our breakfast and lunch in the
cotton fields that day. It was 5:00 AM
when I heard Mom say it was time to get ready for the day.
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