Alma Flor Ada - Dancing Home

Dancing Home

A LSO BY A LMA F LOR A DA

The Gold Coin
My Name Is Mara Isabel
Dear Peter Rabbit
The Unicorn of the West
Where the Flame Trees Bloom
Yours Truly, Goldilocks
The Malachite Palace
Under the Royal Palms
Three Golden Oranges
With Love, Little Red Hen
I Love Saturdays y domingos
Tales Our Abuelitas Told:
A Hispanic Folktale Collection
Extra! Extra! Fairy-Tale News from Hidden Forest

ATHENEUM BOOKS FOR YOUNG READERS An imprint of Simon & Schuster Childrens Publishing Division 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, New York 10020 This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the authors imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright 2011 by Alma Flor Ada and Gabriel M. Zubizarreta Translation of A Margarita by Rubn Daro copyright 2011 by Rosalma Zubizarreta All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. A THENEUM B OOKS FOR Y OUNG R EADERS is a registered trademark of Simon & Schuster, Inc. The Simon & Schuster Speakers Bureau can bring authors to your live event. For more information or to book an event, contact the Simon & Schuster Speakers Bureau at 1-866-248-3049 or visit our website at www.simonspeakers.com . The text for this book is set in Miller. Manufactured in the United States of America 0611 FFG First Edition 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Ada, Alma Flor. Dancing home / Alma Flor Ada and Gabriel M. Zubizarreta. 1st ed. p. cm. Based on the poem A Margarita by Rubn Daro. Summary: When Margies cousin Lupe comes from Mexico to live in California with Margies family, Lupe must adapt to America, while Margie, who thought it would be fun to have her cousin there, finds that she is embarrassed by her in school and jealous of her at home. ISBN 978-1-4169-0088-7 (hardcover) ISBN 978-1-4424-2396-1 (eBook) 1. Mexican AmericansJuvenile fiction. [1. Mexican AmericansFiction. 2. Family lifeCaliforniaFiction. 3. CousinsFiction. 4. Fathers and daughtersFiction.] I. Zubizarreta, Gabriel M. II. Title. PZ7.A1857Dal 2011 [Fic]dc22 2010013229

To Virgil, grateful for the inspiration,
and for having brought into my life a bouquet of joy:
Virginia Marie, Lauren, Allison, and Julia

A. F. A.

For Camille, Jessica, and Collette:
May you live with the courage to learn, love,
and lead so as to write your own destinies.
Love always, Dad

G. M. Z.

Thank you...

To Jessica and Camille Zubizarreta,
for being part of this story in more ways than one.

To Rosalma Zubizarreta, for her insightful contributions and
her original English version of Rubn Daros classic poem.

To Hannah Brooks, for repeated readings
of the evolving manuscript.

To Isabel Campoy, for her unfaltering support.

To Lindsay Schlegel, for her enthusiasm in editing the
manuscript. To the excellent and supportive personnel at
Atheneum. And very especially to Namrata Tripathi,
for her invaluable presence in the creation of this book.

Margie felt nervous having to wait outside the principals office. She kept her eyes fixed on the huge map that covered the entire wall. Mrs. Donaldson seemed to be a pleasant woman, but Margie had never had to address the principal all by herself before.

The maps colors were vivid and bold, showing Canada, the United States, and part of Mexico. Alaska and the rest of the United States were a strong green; Canada was a bright yellow. The remainder of the map, however, showed only a small part of Mexico in a drab sandlike color Margie could not name.

For Margie, maps were an invitation to wonder, a promise that someday she would visit faraway places all over the world.

Looking at this one, Margie could imagine herself admiring the giant glaciers in Alaska, standing in awe in front of the Grand Canyon, gazing at the endless plains of the Midwest, trying to find her way in the midst of bustling New York City, or peering at the rocky coasts of Maine... but when her eyes began to wander south of the border, she averted her gaze. That is not a place I want to visit, she thought, remembering so many conversations between her parents and their neighbors, tales of families not having enough money to live a decent life, of sick people lacking medical care, and of people losing their land and homes. As she pushed those troubling thoughts aside, Margies heart once again swelled with pride, knowing she had been born north of that border, in the United States, an American.

Margie looked over at the girl waiting in the other chair outside the principals office. Her cousin Lupe was not as lucky as Margie, who had been born in the United States. Lupe had just arrived from Mexico and looked completely out of place in that silly frilly dress she had insisted on wearing. My mother made it especially for me, she had pleaded, and Margies mother had allowed her to wear it. That dress was much too fancy for school. It was so embarrassing for Margie to be seen with a cousin who was dressed like a doll!

Margie knew her classmates would tease Lupe about her organza dress and her long braids. Would all that teasing spill over to Margie? Were they going to start mocking her, squealing Maargereeeeeta, Maargereeeeeta and asking her when had she crossed over from Mexico? She had hated it so much when they used to tease her like that!

It had been such a struggle for Margie to get her classmates to stop thinking of her as Mexican. She was very proud of having been born in Texas. She was as American as anyone else. Now Margie feared that because Lupe was tagging along in that dumb dress, everyone would start back up with the teasing she had hated so much. She could just hear her classmates asking her why she didnt bring burritos for lunch, or looking at her and laughing as they said, No way, Jos!

Margie was still wishing she could have convinced Lupe to dress normally when the principal appeared, walking briskly and motioning for the girls to follow her into her office.

Good morning, Margarita. What can I do for you? Mrs. Donaldsons voice was all business. Everything about her seemed to say, I do not have a minute to spare.

Good morning, Mrs. Donaldson. This is my cousin Lupe. She just got here from Mexico. My mother said

Mrs. Donaldson, who had begun to shuffle the papers on her desktop, interrupted Margie: Your mother registered her yesterday, Margarita. Just take her with you to your class.

To my class? There was surprise and urgency in Margies voice. But she just got here. She is from Mexico. She doesnt know how to speak.

Mrs. Donaldson stared at Margie. You mean she doesnt know how to speak English, right? I imagine she can speak Spanish. Then, turning to Lupe, she slowly said, Bienvenida to Fair Oaks, Lupe. Bonito vestido.

Lupe managed a shy smile, but she kept looking down at her feet and answered in the smallest voice, Muchas gracias

Margie cut through Lupes words. Well, yes, she speaks Spanish. But in my class we only speak English. She is not going to fit in there, Mrs. Donaldson. She was shocked at her audacity in arguing with the principal, but there was no way she was going to show up in class with her Mexican cousin tagging along. Why had Mrs. Donaldson complimented Lupes stupid party dress? How could adults be so dishonest? Margie wondered.