I could hardly wait to get home to tell Papa and Mama the great news. As I got off the bus, my little brothers and sisters ran up to meet me. They were yelling and screaming. I thought they were happy to see me, but when I opened the door to our shack, I saw that everything we owned was neatly packed in cardboard boxes. My face was blank. I slowly started to gain recognition of what was going on. Suddenly, my emotions were rapidly changing. First, my face was glistening with tears. Next, my face was the color of beet roots. Overall, it was just plain grief. The feeling of being conquered was like a 50 ft. balloon had just exploded in my face.

I slammed all my books against the beat walls. “ Panchito!” My mother called out in a surprised voice. This was the first time I wasn’t okay with leaving my home, and I guess my parents had thought that I would be okay. I hid my face as I ran up crying to my room. Ten seconds later my mother was up with me. “ Panchito! Don’t be so angry!!! At your next school you’ll learn more, and have more fun.” I was angry at the world. I loved this school, and I loved this home, and I wanted to stay in Fresno. As a matter of fact, I had actually gotten used to my new school and loved learning. Mother didn’t understand. “ You know we have to move from place to place every single year in order for us to make food, find work, and keep up with the crop season,” she said. All my anger suddenly perished. I knew that she was right. In order for us to survive, we had to move from place to place. “ Leave me alone!” I cried and hid under the bed. I cried and cried. My worst fear had just been generated into reality. I cried when the wolves came out until my mother came to wake me up for school.“ We’ll be moving on Saturday,” she told me in the morning.

As I slowly trudged to school I thought of how I would be leaving my best friend at school Mr.Lema, and how I wouldn’t be able to learn how to play the trumpet. My mind raced on, wondering how the new home would be like. Mother had said we would be in California, in the middle of the Lime season. I sobbed silently to myself. When I got to school, Mr. Lemes asked me to read, and this time I was able to read in front of the class. During lunch Mr. Lemes asked me something that made me sigh. “ Would you like to learn the trumpet now? I told Mr. Lemes about  how my family was moving. “ Oh, I see. Your family are migrant workers. I nodded. Well, that is a shame. But you can still learn the trumpet until you move.”

In the following days, I learnt to play the trumpet as everyone at home kept getting ready to move. As I played the trumpet my fingers I closed my eyes. The sound of the trumpet sounded like a magical songbird singing a melodious tune. My fingers were satisfied every time they  moved on the trumpet. At the end of the week I could play almost seventeen songs. Very good,” said Mr.Lema. “ I will miss you, but I’m sure you’ll have a great time at your new school. I soberly trudged home as I thought of how I wanted to stay in Fresno. All my life my family was moving from place to place and I knew we had to, and when finally I settled in one place we had to get up and move again.  When I got home there were no boxes, and the lights were off. In addition, there was nobody home. Suddenly a I heard a rusty sound near the kitchen. “Surprise!” Right there was an astounding sight. My two brothers and sisters, my Mama, and my Papa were all standing in the room with giant grins on their faces. I didn’t have words, But Mama knew what to say. “ Your welcome. We knew how much you didn’t want to leave Fresno, so we asked if Mr.Sullivan if Mr.Sullivan would let us stay another season . Before I knew it I was rushing out of the house to tell Mr.Lemes the good news. Five weeks later I was in a recording studio playing the trumpet, in Fresno. Afterall, my family had known what staying in Fresno meant to me.