Chapter 48 - Esteban

“¡Mamá! ¿Qué demonios estás haciendo? ¡Acabas de salir del hospital! ¡No puedes estar trabajando en la cocina! (Mom! What the hell are you doing? You just got out of the hospital! You can't be working in the kitchen!)” I yell, coming into the kitchen to pick up a few orders.

My mother, who just got discharged home two days ago after having a major heartattack, is attempting to make masa for tortillas. She’s holding a 10 pound bag of cornmeal in her hands and her face is turning red from the exertion.

“Intenté decírselo, jefe. ¡Me pegó con una cuchara! (I tried to tell her, boss. She hit me with a spoon!),” Oscar, our chef says.

Sure enough, I look over to see him icing a large goose egg on the top of his head.

“¡Mamá! ¡Vas a provocarte otro ataque al corazón! ¡Detente! Vuelve a la cama. Estamos encargando de todo. (Mama! You're going to cause yourself to have another heartattack! Stop! Go back to bed. We're taking care of everything.)” I say, quickly taking the