Editorial Reviews. Review. One of the Best Adult Books 4 Teens (School Library Journal) The Distance Between Us: A Memoir - Kindle edition by Reyna Grande. Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or. Read The Distance Between Us PDF - A Memoir by Reyna Grande Atria Books | From an award-winning novelist and sought-after public. The Distance Between Us by Reyna Grande - Award-winning author Reyna Grande shares her personal experience of crossing borders and cultures in this.

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PDF The Distance Between Us pDf books. 1. PDF The Distance Between Us pDf books; 2. Book details Author: Reyna Grande Pages: Reyna Grande, 42, is a Mexican author who immigrated from her hometown of With Butterflies, and The Distance Between Us. ​She was a first generation. this middle grade adaptation of her memoir, The Distance Between Us. Both funny and heartbreaking, Reyna Grande's The Distance Between Us is a story for .

We leaned against her.

But the price will be great, Mami said. American dollars go a long way here, Abuela Evila said, pointing at the brick house built on the opposite side of her property.

She got choked up and wiped the moisture from her eyes. Perhaps because she lived through the Revolution, when over a million people died and the ones who lived had to toughen up to survive, my grandmother was not prone to being emotional. Mami turned to us and bent down to be at eye level with us. Every dollar that we earn will go to you and the house.

Your father and I will both be back before you know it. Why did he only send for you and not me? I want to see Papi, too.

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As the oldest, Mago was the one who remembered my father most clearly. Your father says a man must have his own house, his own land to pass down to his children, she said. I promise that by the end of the year, I will bring your father back with me whether we have enough money for a house or not. Do you promise to take care of your hermanos for me, be their little mother?

Mago looked at Carlos, then at me. Had she realized then how much I would need her? Had she known that without her strength and unwavering love, I would not have survived what was to come? I promise. You will come back. She kissed the top of my head and pushed me toward the closed gate. You need to get out of the sun before it gives you a headache, she said. Mami gave us each a hug and kissed us goodbye.

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When she kissed me, I pressed my cheek against her lips painted red with Avon lipstick. Mago held me tightly while we watched Mami walk away, pebbles dancing in and out of her sandals, her hair burning black under the sun.

Through my tears, I watched a taxicab take her away, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Mago standing behind me. Come on, Nena, she said. Carlos was still standing by the gate, waiting for us so that we could go in together.

I looked at the empty dirt road once more, realizing that there was nothing left of my mother. The feel of her red lips.

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His bed was in the farthest corner, next to some boxes, an old wardrobe, and his gardening tools. The light that streamed through the only window was too weak to make the room less somber. Close to the door was a twin-size box spring raised on bricks and covered with a straw mat. The bed was pushed up against the wall, underneath the tiny window that looked out onto an alley. This is where Mago, Carlos, and I slept. Mago slept against the wall because if a scorpion crawled down and stung her, she would be okay.

Carlos slept on the edge because a week after Mami left he began to wet the bed. We hoped that sleeping on the edge would make it easier for him to get up in the middle of the night to use the bucket by the door. Sometimes, we heard grunting noises coming from there. Mago and Carlos got up to look, and they giggled about what they saw, but they never picked me up so that I could see for myself.

Other times we heard drunken men coming from the cantina down the road. They yelled obscenities that echoed against the brick walls of the nearby houses.

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I hated that song those drunks liked to sing. My skin prickled with goose bumps. I wondered who could be in the alley so late. She got up from the bed and stood over us as she looked out the window. I wished he would wake up.

I wished he would be the one to look out the window and reassure us that everything was all right. I looked at the opposite side of the room and knew he was asleep. When he was awake, he would lie in bed for hours smoking cigarettes in the darkness, the red tip of the cigarette winking at me like an evil eye. His silence always made me uncomfortable. Somehow, I felt that was worse.

He made me feel invisible. It was a man, a man on a horse, Mago whispered. The clopclopping of the hooves grew fainter and fainter. So you three better behave, or the devil is going to take you away.

Mago told us not to believe anything Abuela Evila said. But at night, we huddled together even closer when we heard a horse pass by our window, the sound of its hooves sending chills up our spines.


Who would protect us if the devil came to steal us and take us far away where we would never see our parents again? I wondered. Every night, I would bury my face in my pillow and hold on tight to my sister. My mother had asked Mago to be our little mother, and she and my father would have been proud to see how bravely their older daughter had taken on that role. Sometimes she took it a little too far for my taste, but Mago was there when my father and my mother were not.

My mouth watered at the thought of sinking my teeth into a sweet, fluffy concha de chocolate. I yelled at her, forgetting all about the sweet bread. I grabbed a rock to throw at her, but I knew Mami would be disappointed in me if I threw it. So I let it fall to the ground. She knew what I was about to do.

Shame on you, girl! He got on his bicycle to deliver his bread. I watched him until he turned the corner, amazed at how he weaved his bike through the rocks scattered throughout the dirt road without losing his balance and spilling all the bread he carried on that giant hat basket.

Then she went into her house and slammed the door shut. I said to Mago. She was too angry to speak to me, so she held me tightly by the wrist and hurried me along to the mill to download tortillas for the midday meal. She slowed her pace and loosened her hold on my wrist.

She stopped walking then. She touched her cheek and ran her finger over the scar she had there. When she was three, she had almost lost her eye while playing hide-and-seek. The scars the stitches left on her eyelid looked like miniature train tracks. Ever since then, whenever anyone noticed her scars, they would look at her with pity. Then she took my hand, and we continued our walk. We thought that since we were in the same situation—having been left behind by our parents—we would be friends.

Technically, she was a little orphan, too. She was everything we were not. Seeing her, I was angry again at being called an orphan, at being hit by Mago, at my mother leaving, at my father for taking her away. My grandfather worked in the fields nearby and was only there for lunch. An annual anal Embed Size px. Start on. Show related SlideShares at end.

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Reyna Grande. Product Details. Aladdin September Length: Awards and Honors. Resources and Downloads.Later, her father came and got her and two of her siblings and they moved to LA. She opened her arms to us, and we fell into them. Grande's second novel, Dancing with Butterflies Washington Square Press, , was published to critical acclaim.

Other times we heard drunken men coming from the cantina down the road. She encouraged Reyna to write and to explore her talents. This action might not be possible to undo.

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