Sal-VAH-door. It is spelled Salvador, but when pronounced the emphasis is on the V-A. The O in the trailing D-O-R is pronounced with a long O sound. Sal-VAH-door. He only stood about 5′ 4″ tall with short but neatly groomed hair. A sparce patch of fine black stubble decorated the peak of his caramel toned chin. Stubble which seemed to contradict the boyishness of his large brown eyes.
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The harsh lines of her brow openly told the story of her lifelong struggle for survival. Even when she smiled the frown lingered, giving the appearance of a sinister scowl. The permenant crevices of her forehead made her look far beyond her meager 38 years. Her name was Juana, a common Mexican name which means God is gracious. This was ironic becuase her life had been an uphill battle since she was a small child growing up in the state of Zacatecas, Mexico. It seemed that God had been anything but gracious to her. Still she stood strong in her faith, evident by the small fourteen karat gold amulet of the Virgin de Guadalupe whcih she wore around her neck everyday. Her papa gave her the trinket when she was just a small child. Each day he would return from the mines, which were the main industry of her home state. Smudges of soot and lead decorated his leathery round face. Only his big brown eyes shown through. All knowing eyes. Eyes that could coax the truth out of a little girl when she lied about completing all of her chores. Her mama filled her days cooking, cleaning and taking care of Juana and here five sisters and brothers. She was a kind and generous mother, but stern when it came to disciplining Juana and her siblings.
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