Always, we notice the powder of the pesticides on the leaves. I was working in the fields from the beginning of my pregnancy.
   I was groggy from the Caesarean when the doctor told me, “I have bad news.” He simply said Felipe was born without arms or legs. He didn’t tell me why.

  His father was there, and my mother. His father was crying. And my mother even more. When we first saw him we felt a great sadness.
Later, the doctors told me it was because of the pesticides that he was born this way. 
I was furious—for the child. Now, with the passage of time, I am less angry.
   At first, we didn’t know what was needed for a child like this. But many relatives helped us and now he is doing well. He is bright and he drives the electric wheelchair with his shoulder and goes all over the place. He Is like every other child now. I no longer think of it as a tragedy.

  In the fields, they never tell what chemicals they are using. Why shouldn’t they tell a person? I guess it’s because they want us to work.
    People who know Felipe still work in those fields. I think the community has to fight, but I don’t know how to do this.