Dulces de Coco, Angely Mercado [digital book reader TXT] 📗

I’m Adele!” she said back, smiling over her taco.

“Pleasure meeting you.”

I turned and walked out to Rod and Kevin who had waited for me for over 10 minutes.

            “We were talking about you,” Kevin laughed, “that’s such an Angely thing to do, you even talked to her and everything.”

            “Not the first time I’ve done that.”

            “Obviously not,” he laughed.

            Rod and Kevin joked about how nice I am, reminding me of a friend who had told me that if I was ever desperate enough to rob someone, I’d apologize to them before I took their money.

            I don’t think helping Adele came from the push over layer, it didn’t come from the proximity to holy week that reminded me to remain devout. It came from that part of me that’s still very patient and very kind. I hope that layer will be there in 5 years, in 10 and even in 50 years. Because I never know when I’ll bump into another Adele, and I never know when I’ll one day be Adele, limping along a street, determined to get to my taco, or my frozen yogurt, or my cat. I’m hoping there’s good karma involved.  

Text: Angely Mercado
Images: Photograph taken and edited by Angely Mercado
Translation: Spanish poems written and translated by Angely Mercado.
Publication Date: 08-28-2012

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Dedication:
Dedicated to Angel Mercado David and Amarante Maria Mercado Fiallo. I know we argue but I love you both so very much. To Luisa Mercado and Antonio Mercado...I hope you both rest in peace together. Please don't forget me mama, I still miss you very much. Tell papa that I said hello.