I am the daughter of Ramona. I use to live in El Rancho de las Rosas in Aguascalientes, Mexico. We were rich. We had many servants and a big house. We had large vineyards. We used the grapes to make wine. The day before my 13th birthday, my Papa got killed by bandits. Then Mama would not marry Tio Luis. Soon, he set our house on fire. When Mama agreed to marry Tio Luis, we moved to California. We lived in a Mexican camp and got paid to farm the land. I didn't like the daily chores, but I got used to them. When I first got here, I hated this place. But now I realized that it is not so bad. I made a good friend named Isabel while I was here. I also met someone that I did not like so much, Marta. I realized that after all that was done, this place was so bad after all.