Richie Narvaez

Los Sures, Part 6: Ants in My Pants

Our landlord’s name was Mojona, and she used to babysit us when Mami went out to her second job. Mojona lived on the floor below us, and if I ran around too fast or jumped too hard or laughed too loud, she would bang on the radiator with a spoon, and Mami would yell, “See what you did? Behave!” Getting Mami mad was one thing. You would get hit with