Rosario de la Cruz was born in Denver, Colorado in the middle of one of the biggest blizzards the state had seen in over one hundred years. In fact, it was so bad that her father Victor de la Cruz refused to drive Teresa Garcia de la Cruz to the hospital. He argued," estos pinche Gringos don't know to drive in snow !" The independent-minded Teresa shouted in reply, "No, no, tu no pinche sabes, pinche pollo!" A woman in labor has no time for sugar-coating anything - especially when she's correct. Rosario was born on the middle of the kitchen floor, by Teresa herself.
Victor fainted at the sight of his daughter's head.
The wicked blustery winds that were howling outside of the de la Cruz' small Colfax Ave. apartment in some way seemed to shape the infant Rosario's future disposition. In every personal relationship, she was cold, harsh, mean, and, unforgiving -in every relationship except for one: Jackson Whitlock, the shamed poet, her ex-husband.
Victor fainted at the sight of his daughter's head.
The wicked blustery winds that were howling outside of the de la Cruz' small Colfax Ave. apartment in some way seemed to shape the infant Rosario's future disposition. In every personal relationship, she was cold, harsh, mean, and, unforgiving -in every relationship except for one: Jackson Whitlock, the shamed poet, her ex-husband.
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