letter to perfecto

In the diversed road standing an old man with a bulky boots. He looked away to the nearest post office, his eyes were waiting for something. His knee slowly wrecked by the time, but his heart never. A letter that he held are waiting to be posted, he wrote that tonight to his old friend, Perfecto.

A small pieces of memory that he would never wanted to remember.

He and Perfecto was a friend for a long time. The war has taken all of their belongings.
Both and other braceros worked in the fruit field to keep their kitchen smoked.
His skin blackened and spotted with brown spot, a gift from the sun.
The sun that never gave up for them.
His eyes still landed on the door of the post office.
The same eyes that watched his baby son died dried under the same sun.
that noon the sun was very hot, like the other noon. The field was so wide until he could not rested his eyes on the edge.
an ambulance signal roaring, disturbed his memory. He was standing there for two hours and nothing seemed powerful enough to move his feet stepped to that door.
the sound of the signal was still murmuring in his head. His mind slowly walking to that time again.
The sound of the signal went hard and headed to him. "pronto, mano!" he yelled to Perfecto. He kept running and running. "They would not catch us" perfecto replied his voice racing with his breath. They managed to climb the hill, and the bushes saved the from La migra.
That was the time he met Perfecto. The morning when he was climbing in the truck that would bring him and the other braceros to the field, he did not see that Perfecto siting with the other. after few days, he got the news from the other braceros that perfecto had been taken by La migra.
He opened the letter and read the first line. "Buenos, como stan?" that only what he wanted to know from his friend, that he was ok. Then he took a photograph from his pocket. a picture that has eaten by time. Picture of him, Perfecto and the other Braceros. He never wanted to leave California like Perfecto always wanted to. He smiled and returned the photograph to his pocket and leave.