The Cost of the American Dream

Patria was the oldest of ten children, born to Don Miguel and Aurora. At the age of fourteen, Patria along with her father acquired visas and migrated to the United States, while leaving every single thing she knew behind. She longed to attend school and one day become a secretary. Don Miguel dismissed Patrias’ dream and was exacting about her securing full-time employment. Working conditions in the factory were laborious. Coming to America represented the forfeiture of Patrias’ childhood along with her dreams. It meant deplorable working conditions, riddled with exploitation, and denigration. Don Miguel’s goal was to work tirelessly alongside his daughter to secure the resources required, to ensure the remaining nine children and wife passage into the U.S. Patria worked for six years straight until reaching the age of twenty which was earmarked by two of her siblings entering the country. Patria ran into Gabriel, a former childhood neighbor from back home whose circumstances were contrary to Patrias. Gabriel’s family readily traveled to the U.S. on Holiday. As things would have it, Gabriel and Patria grew fond of one another and soon married. Gabriel treated Patria well, as the provider he ensured all her needs were met, never requiring Patria to contribute financially. Patria continued working to aid her father and siblings with securing resources for additional family members. The toll of unwavering commitment weighed heavily on her and continues to linger.

Labyrinth

Carolina worked as a bottle girl in an underground after-hours spot, with her allure, body, and personality, an average night yielded between $1,000 and $2,000 in tips. After numerous attempts at the 9 to 5 world, the numbers simply did not add up. Working forty hours per week at $15.00 per hour, after taxes the balance did not even cover room and board, in New York City. Besides, she truly felt alive and in her element after hours. Being popular with the customers garnered a great deal of jealousy amongst fellow bottle girls. Carolina had a knack for men with deep pockets, independent of their marital status. She bewitched the owner of the establishment where she worked, trusting abundance would flow. Quickly the lifestyle ensued. Jet-setting became her new norm, knee-deep in love, Carolina was that girl. The outpouring of love and affection (love bombing)was exceptional until Lorenzo alienated Carolina. He placed her in a high rise apartment, within a gated community, like a caged bird, while disappearing for weeks on end. Left without money or food, Carolina had to fend for herself, lacking in resources, she reached out to relatives for some sustenance. Carolina was undeterred by Lorenzo’s wife back in the states however clueless to his second wife and kids in Panama. Learning of his second wife left Carolina feeling lonely, desperate, and destitute. Patiently hoping for her lover’s return. As Mistress, holidays were reserved for wives, so Carolina was granted time before or strictly following the holiday, never during. The wives knew of Carolina, as she knew of the wives although no one dared to leave their covenant. Lorenzo excelled at grooming thirsty young girls who could easily be inspired/manipulated by the illusion of a lifestyle. Lorenzo frowned upon any sign of autonomy amongst his women. Needy co-dependent and grossly insecure were pre-requisites. Any sort of fraternizing without Lorenzo always required his consent. Approved outings were routinely subject to a last-minute cancellation by Lorenzo, just because he lived in perpetual fear of his women conspiring against him. Independent of having two wives and a mistress, Lorenzo routinely sought out additional women and never concealed anything. As a means to keep women away, Carolina often participated in dalliances with Lorenzo although nothing ever tamed him. After years of living in a labyrinth with Lorenzo, Carolina’s sole desire was a child which Lorenzo immediately denied ending everything for Carolina.