How a hungry girl from Mexico came to feed Georgia
"One day a little Mexican girl named Yolanda rode into the United States in style, in a green Chevy Monte Carlo. The driver stopped at a restaurant near Los Angeles for what would be the girl's first taste of America: fried chicken and mashed potatoes.
For a child who had survived most of her eight years on beans, hand-ground tortillas and the occasional nibble of heaven she called huevos - eggs - eating in an honest-to-goodness restaurant was more magical than the borrowed birth certificate that delivered her across the border." (click here to read more)
This is a wonderfully written - and classic american rags-to-riches story - but with a little salsa added.