Consuelo’s Diary
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Consuelo’s Diary

Dear Diary,

Today, Mama walked with Lucero and me to school. She took Lucero with her to the principal’s office to talk about education.

“What happened?” I asked Lucero, when I got home from school.

“Your mother had a long talk with the principal while I sat outside his office. Then he asked me to come in, so I went and sat in a chair by his desk and he asked lots of questions about what I know, what I want to study, what I want to be when I grow up…”

“What did you tell him?”

Que yo quiero ser un panadero, por supuesto! That I want to be a baker, of course!” smiled Lucero.

“Are you going to come to school with me?” I was a little worried that Lucero would have to start in first grade with the little ones, even though she is older. I would not want to go to a baby class, Diary! But her answer was surprising.

“Not yet. I have some learning to do first.”

“How—” I started to say, when Mama walked into our room.

“Consuelo, I thought you might like to know what happened at school today.”

Si, Mama, I was just asking Lucero. She says she is not going to school yet?”

“Not yet,” said Mama. “We are going to help her with reading a little more, and there will be a student who will tutor her with writing and grammar, and mathematics.”

“I am good with counting money!” Lucero cried. And that is very true! Lucero can add or subtract money faster than I can, Diary!

“I will help, Mama,” I said.

“I know you will, Consuelo,” she smiled. “We all will, and then maybe Lucero can start school next year. Also, I gave the principal some flyers about our bake sale to put up at school. This way, maybe some of the students and their parents will come buy things from us to help the children.”

“I put a flyer in our window, too,” I said. “Maybe the children could hand some out to people walking by?”

Lucero popped off her bed and said, “Who is going to buy pastries and bread from dirty street children? If they see those smelly clothes and those dirty hands and faces giving out flyers, it will make people run the other way!”

Ay mio!” cried Mama, “You are right, Lucero! Well, you know what that means…we will have to get our little bakers all cleaned up before the sale begins.” She put a hand to her forehead. “That’s a lot of washing. I hope they will all agree to it.”

“Sandro and I will make them,” replied Lucero, smiling. “We know how.”

Gracias,” said Mama.