About the Book
Why you are crying, old man?
Well, for a moment, I was thinking I was back in the day when I was a milero. My tears are of joy for what was then, working so hard in the cotton fields. The world of the cotton picker was not a walk through the park or a vacation. It was very demanding and brutal work. We found ways to overcome it knowing that with positive thinking and hard work, we could reach the place of the mileros.
The tears are remembering those days back then. I was young but high strung and always trying to pick a thousand pounds of cotton in one day. When I did, that was my greatest accomplishment in the cotton fields, a labor of love. These are also tears of sadness for the days growing up in the cotton fields. These tears are of missing those days, which bought happiness to my family, especially my parents. So every time I go back to the past, my parents are there; they are no longer on this earth, but when I go into the past, they are there, and will always be.
About the Book
Why you are crying, old man?
Well, for a moment, I was thinking I was back in the day when I was a milero. My tears are of joy for what was then, working so hard in the cotton fields. The world of the cotton picker was not a walk through the park or a vacation. It was very demanding and brutal work. We found ways to overcome it knowing that with positive thinking and hard work, we could reach the place of the mileros.
The tears are remembering those days back then. I was young but high strung and always trying to pick a thousand pounds of cotton in one day. When I did, that was my greatest accomplishment in the cotton fields, a labor of love. These are also tears of sadness for the days growing up in the cotton fields. These tears are of missing those days, which bought happiness to my family, especially my parents. So every time I go back to the past, my parents are there; they are no longer on this earth, but when I go into the past, they are there, and will always be.