I’ve noticed some of the children have stopped coming to the courtyard. I asked Jorge why, since he always seems to know what is going on. He would make a good spy, I think!
“They don’t want to do the baking anymore, and they’re ashamed to ask for food because of that,” he said,
“Please tell them that we’re not mad at them, that they are welcome to eat here even if they’re not learning to bake for the fiesta,” I said.
“Si, OK,” replied Jorge. I noticed him slipping away with a cloth full of baked goods not too long afterwards.
I must have looked discouraged, because Mama walked over and gave me a quick hug.
“Why did they stop?” I asked. “Did we do something wrong?
Mama shook her head. “I’ve been expecting this,” she told me. “It happens with everything, it’s just human nature. Some people drop out—whether it’s a baking class or a party or a committee; they mean well at the time, but then they change their minds and don’t come. Don’t take it personally, Consuelo.”
“I’ll try not to,” I replied. “Just, I thought they’d be so excited about the sale and the fiesta.”
“They are plenty left who will be. Plenty for you to help, mi hija.” She smiled at me, then someone called to her for help and she moved away.