Summer of Dolores

How dare she! I was about to graduate from high school and here she comes. !Que Verguenza! I'd never been so embarrassed in my life. She was an Indian and since she was my mother, that meant. Oh no, I couldn't bear to think about it. She looked like a bubble gum machine on the blink. How would I get through this summer? It would certainly be my summer of dolores.