I can’t help but feel bad because they

Express themselves like that against me.

They grow tired of me

As if being around was a heavy burden.

I think little of it if they hurt me, mistreat me,

Reprimand me, and exclude me.

I am strong

I have resistance.

My husband has long been gone,

I am alone.

In solitude,

Rosa and Trino are my strength,

Because of them I live,

Because of them I do not die of sadness.

With loud music, I speak to my beloved,

And so I live, and so I continue.