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Crying at the Supermercado

He was in newspapers; he was the headline on all the local news shows and news commentary, all three wee channels, in glorious español; he was black-and-white in 8 1/2x11 papers clipped onto telephone poles and other walls: he was Rolandito Salas Jusinos and he had been by himself in a community park and suddenly he was gone; but then he was everywhere, of course: he was the headline, no pregnant celebrity could shroud the loss of Rolandito Salas Jusino, no lost dog could shroud the photographs of Rolandito on telephone poles and other walls. He was four and he was last seen in the community park near his residence in Toa Alta, Puerto Rico. He was four and he was by himself and he had mousy ears, as in round like Mickey Mouse, did he like Mickey Mouse? He was four and playful and he was light-skinned and he smiled he smiled frozenly four, in many news reports and in many news hours and news half hours and news quarterly reports and commentary sessions and black and white El Nuevo Día Puerto Rico’s Finest Newspaper shots and in many Front Page color shots smiling frozen four, a fit to print frozen smile in the year 1999, not many photographs but one ubiquitous one, his eyes in print and in monitor seeing the thousands the millions of eyes and mine seeing him.

He was called Rolandito like I was called by my parents and my grandparents. But this is about Rolandito not about me, this is about a four year old, actually no it’s about something else, it’s not about 1999 when he was 4 and I was 8, it’s about 2000 when I was a little older, a little young but still a little older, and Rolandito was still four even though he might have been older too, he was still four and frozen. I was nine maybe and I was in a classroom and it was always hot in there and I was in my science class and in my science class we were talking about something, I think maybe we had gone off-topic and the topic was done with and we were just talking, and I don’t know how it was brought up, conversation-wise, but I know that it all started with a raised hand, the raised hand of a boy, a boy named Christian, or that’s how it starts for me in my memory anyway, with the teacher looking at a seat behind me, me turning my head to see the raised hand of Christian, the athletic black-haired boy who never let me play volleyball.

He said, “Missi,” as in Missus, pronounced Mee-See. He said “Missi,” as in Teacher, as in Wise Lady, as in Maybe you have the answers because I didn’t ask my mom because I knew she wouldn’t have the answer, he said with his black hair and his raised hand, “Missi,” and Missi said, “Yes?” “Missi, I was in the supermercado the other day, I was with my mom, and we were at the cashier’s box, paying, I mean I wasn’t paying but my mom was” and the lighting was fluorescent and pale and people always look grayer then, “and two aisles ahead, I saw Rolandito’s mom.” Rolandito’s mom, unlike Rolandito, was not frozen, and the year 1999 ended and 2000 began and time continued for her and the only way Rolandito grew for her was through those digitized age progression pictures. “I saw Rolandito’s mom,” Christian said, “and I didn’t get it, Missi.” And then Missi said, “What didn’t you get, Christian?” And Christian said, “Well, it’s just,” and he even rolled his eyes a little bit, because he knew it was very obvious, “it’s just that she wasn’t crying.” And so Missi, middle-aged and attractive, Missi who had her own daughters and her volleyball body and her volleyball career and her volleyball hotness and who taught science and who had a great ass even though I didn’t know about great asses then or if I did I wasn’t aware on the “Look she has a great ass” level, Missi with the great ass said, “Well, Christian, life goes on,” she said, “We can’t always be crying in the supermercados and the supermalls and the supermax and the super wal mart,” she said or something like that, “we need to do what we need to do. Believe me, Rolandito’s mom had had a lot of time to cry. And maybe she still does, but not in the supermercados. It’s okay not to cry at the supermercados.” But Christian still didn’t understand, I could tell. I didn’t understand it either. 

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