My Grandmother's Eyes
We were a very Catholic family. Five children born two years apart. The year was 1980 when my father imported my grandmother to the United States to help with child care. I was six years old. Little did I know how much of my life would be defined by this decision. The arrangement was to care for my sister, number four in the birth order. She was a baby. I remember this because my grandmother fondly referred to my sister as "her baby". It amazes me, that my mother, who worked full time as a nurse at the hospital, through her varicose veins, managed the family before my grandmother arrived. She worked the midnight shift from two to midnight as a nurse. Mom got us ready in the morning and dropped us off at school. After school, we carpooled, stayed at a Filipno lady's house until my father picked us up. He probably thought when child number four was born that it probably did not make sense to pay someone to watch that many children economically, if hi