Boricua en la Lima

So last night I'm up for hours and hours reading more of The Help . I just can't put it down. It's 11 pm it's way past my bedtime but I want to keep reading and finish this book it's so good. Every bend on the road leads me somewhere unexpected. But I definitely wasn't expecting the reaction I had to a particular page of the book...It hurts so much just to think about it but here goes... There's a part in the book where Skeeter's mom is telling her about an old nanny they had called Constantine who basically raised Skeeter but unexpectedly left 2 years before and Skeeter doesn't know what happened to her. As the mom reveals all the details of what happens to her she says to her daughter: "They say its like true love, good help. You only get one in a lifetime". And all of a sudden I find myself sobbing, sobbing uncontrollably, like I couldn't stop the tears from coming, never in a million years could I stop crying. I have to put t

I should really be sleeping right now because Jose is off to Geneva for the whole week so I should be saving up all my energy for dealing with the munchkins for 5 more days all by myself (have I ever said how much I appreciate single moms after having kids?) but I can't stop my mind from thinking I'm in the middle of reading "The Help" and I thought I would be so "been there done that" with another book about civil rights (hasn't it all been written already) but for some reason this book is really getting to me -- it's making me angry, sad and happy all at once. Angry about how cruel human beings can be (not necessarily borne from evil but maybe just sheer ignorance) but it's also showing me that deep down this is a story about humanity and love and relationships just like every other wonderful story that has ever been written and I think that's what has me all tied up in knots. It's about souls in need reaching out to other souls in ne