Chapter Four
Milo
My grandmother, Esmeralda, was born in the middle of a sugar beet field. Her mother was so afraid of being caught and sent back to Mexico that she refused to go to the hospital. Her husband was a Mexican migrant worker, and neither had visas or any legal documentation.
They found work on the corn and potato fields in eastern Idaho, and Esmeralda grew up on the farms that employed her parents, learning only enough English to get by.
The family lived in a small house in an isolated migrant community on the outskirts of the small farming town of American Falls, Idaho. The small group of homes sat on a butte that lined the Snake River's lava rock cliffs. The homes were buffered from view with large juniper trees.
They stayed to themselves, and except for work, they staye
