I am very very sad and tired from no sleep and so I am start to cry. For twelve years I work for the family. I do the clean and picking up and mop the vomits from tio Teddy and all the barracho cousins and sobrinos. I no complain, even when they wake me up and send me to the store for more gin and cough syrups. Even when cousin Joe show up with his puto friend Hugo Chavez, and he say, “Rosa! Hugo wants to liberate you! ha ha!” I just do my job and try to smile, but now she fire me.