“Sixty-two, thirty-six, mom.” I repeat the grocery total slowly and use my eyes to draw attention to the glowing numbers on the cashier’s screen. My mother nods and rummages through her organized greenbacks for just a little too long. Money still feels foreign in her small hands — both because of its lack of colorful differentiation and having this money with which to buy sixty-two dollars and thirty-six cents worth of food. I uncomfortably smile at the cashier and the people waiting in line as Ama timidly hands the woman the money. …

Irma Garcia

Irma Garcia is a first-generation Mexican American and Bay Area native, working as a communications and operations manager.

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