A Playground

La casa de Estela...

Is a playground for the kids next door.
We make forts in the back of the truck.
The driveway is the ocean.
Jorge was the shark.
Then I was the mom.
And we were camping in the car.
We swept it out and put down a mat so that we wouldn´t have to get dirty.

La casa de Estela is a playgroud for the kids next door.
A mansion, almost.

Here we eat carrots, quesadillas, fruit, and milk.
There, bread candies.

Here they play with rocks, stones, musical instruments.
There, with their toys and the T.V.

La casa de Estela is a playground for the kids next door.
A mansion almost.

24.
24 years.
24 years old.

Is the age of their mom. Andrea is going to be nine.
Only two years older than me.

With four children.
All laughing, screaming, crying, fighting, and playing.

24 years old.
Four children.
One already nine years old.

La casa de Estela is a playground for the kids next door.
A mansion almost.

But, whether we are here, or there,
we all enjoy eachother´s company.
We talk, laugh, and play.

La casa de Estela is a playground for the kids next door.
A mansion, almost.