Esperanza lived the life of a princess with her family in Mexico, thinking of the future only when she dreamed about her big Quinceañeras party to be held in two years, when she would turn 15. But when tragedy entered their lives, Esperanza and her mother flee from Mexico to California and become farm workers. Esperanza isn't ready for the hard work, the financial struggle, or the lack of acceptance she must face, but perhaps the biggest challenge is something Esperanza has never had to face before: an uncertain future.
Experience the beginning of the powerful and poetic book Esperanza Rising by Pam Muñoz Ryan:
Aquel que hoy se cae, se levantará mañana.
He who falls today may rise tomorrow.
Es más rico el rico cuando empobrece que el pobre cuando enriquece.
The rich person is richer when he becomes poor, than the poor person when he becomes rich.
"Our land is alive, Esperanza," said Papa, taking her small hand as they walked through the gentle slopes of the vineyard. Leafy green vines draped the arbors and the grapes were ready to drop. Esperanza was six years old and loved to walk with her papa through the winding rows, gazing up at him and watching his eyes dance with love for the land.
"This whole valley breathes and lives," he said, sweeping his arm toward the distant mountains that guarded them. "It gives us the grapes and then they welcome us." He gently touched a wild tendril that reached into the row, as if it had been waiting to shake his hand. He picked up a handful of earth and studied it. "Did you know that when you lie down on the land, you can feel it breathe? That you can feel its heart beating?"
"Papi, I want to feel it," she said.
"Come." They walked to the end of the row, where the incline of the land formed a grassy swell.
Papa lay down on his stomach and looked up at her, patting the ground next to him.
Esperanza smoothed her dress and knelt down. Then, like a caterpillar, she slowly inched flat next to him, their faces looking at each other. The warm sun pressed on one of Esperanza's cheeks and the warm earth on the other.
"Shhh," he said. "You can only feel the earth's heartbeat when you are still and quiet."
She swallowed her laughter and after a moment said, "I can't hear it, Papi."
"Aguántate tantito y la fruta caerá en tu mano," he said. "Wait a little while and the fruit will fall into your hand. You must be patient, Esperanza."
She waited and lay silent, watching Papa's eyes.
And then she felt it. Softly at first. A gentle thumping. Then stronger. A resounding thud, thud, thud against her body.
She could hear it, too. The beat rushing in her ears. Shoomp, shoomp, shoomp.
She stared at Papa, not wanting to say a word. Not wanting to lose the sound. Not wanting to forget the feel of the heart of the valley.
She pressed closer to the ground, until her body was breathing with the earth's. And with Papa's. The three hearts beating together.
She smiled at Papa, not needing to talk, her eyes saying everything.
And his smile answered hers. Telling her that he knew she had felt it.
Six Years Later
Papa handed Esperanza the knife. The short blade was curved like a scythe, its fat wooden handle fitting snugly in her palm. This job was usually reserved for the eldest son of a wealthy rancher, but since Esperanza was an only child and Papa's pride and glory, she was always given the honor. Last night she had watched Papa sharpen the knife back and forth across a stone, so she knew the tool was edged like a razor.
"Cuidate los dedos," said Papa. "Watch your fingers."
The August sun promised a dry afternoon in Aguascalientes, Mexico. Everyone who lived and worked on El Rancho de las Rosas was gathered at the edge of the field: Esperanza's family, the house servants in their long white aprons, the vaqueros already sitting on their horses ready to ride out to the cattle, and fifty or sixty campesinos, straw hats in their hands, holding their own knives ready. They were covered top to bottom, in long sleeved shirts, baggy pants tied at the ankles with string, and bandanas wrapped around their foreheads and necks to protect them from the sun, dust, and spiders. Esperanza, on the other hand, wore a light silk dress that stopped above her summer boots, and no hat. On top of her head a wide satin ribbon was tied in a big bow, the tails trailing in her long black hair.
The clusters were heavy on the vine and ready to deliver. Esperanza's parents, Ramona and Sixto Ortega, stood nearby, Mama, tall and elegant, her hair in the usual braided wreath that crowned her head, and Papa, barely taller than Mama, his graying mustache twisted up at the sides. He swept his hand toward the grapevines, signaling Esperanza. When she walked toward the arbors and glanced back at her parents, they both smiled and nodded, encouraging her forward. When she reached the vines, she separated the leaves and carefully grasped a thick stem. She put the knife to it, and with a quick swipe, the heavy cluster of grapes dropped into her waiting hand. Esperanza walked back to Papa and handed him the fruit. Papa kissed it and held it up for all to see.
"¡La cosecha!" said Papa. "Harvest!"
"¡Ole! ¡Ole!" A cheer echoed around them.
The campesinos, the field-workers, spread out over the land and began the task of reaping the fields. Esperanza stood between Mama and Papa with her arms linked to theirs, and admired the activity of the workers.
"Papi, this is my favorite time of year," she said, watching the brightly colored shirts of the workers slowly moving among the arbors. Wagons rattled back and forth from the fields to the big barns where the grapes would be stored until they went to the winery.
"Is the reason because when the picking is done, it will be someone's birthday and time for a big fiesta?" Papa asked.
Esperanza smiled. When the grapes delivered their harvest, she always turned another year. This year, she would be thirteen. The picking would take three weeks and then, like every other year, Mama and Papa would host a fiesta for the harvest. And for her birthday.
Marisol Rodríguez, her best friend, would come with her family to celebrate. Her father was a fruit rancher and they lived on the neighboring property. Even though their houses were acres apart, they met every Saturday beneath the holm oak on a rise between the two ranches. Her other friends, Chita and Bertina, would be at the party, too, but they lived farther away and Esperanza didn't see them as often. Their classes at St. Francis didn't start again until after the harvest and she couldn't wait to see them. When they were all together, they talked about one thing: their Quinceañeras, the presentation parties they would have when they turned fifteen. They still had two more years to wait, but so much to discuss — the beautiful white gowns they would wear, the big celebrations where they would be presented, and the sons of the richest families who would dance with them. After their Quinceañeras, they would be old enough to be courted, marry, and become las patronas, the heads of their households, rising to the positions of their mothers before them. Esperanza preferred to think, though, that she and her someday-husband would live with Mama and Papa forever. Because she couldn't imagine living anywhere other than El Rancho de las Rosas. Or with any fewer servants. Or without being surrounded by the people who adored her.
It had taken every day of three weeks to put the harvest to bed and now everyone anticipated the celebration. Esperanza remembered Mama's instructions as she gathered roses from Papa's garden.
"Tomorrow, bouquets of roses and baskets of grapes on every table."
Papa had promised to meet her in the garden and he never disappointed her. She bent over to pick a red bloom, fully opened, and pricked her finger on a vicious thorn. Big pearls of blood pulsed from the tip of her thumb and she automatically thought, "bad luck." She quickly wrapped her hand in the corner of her apron and dismissed the premonition. Then she cautiously clipped the blown rose that had wounded her. Looking toward the horizon, she saw the last of the sun disappear behind the Sierra Madre. Darkness would settle quickly and a feeling of uneasiness and worry nagged at her.
Where was Papa? He had left early that morning with the vaqueros to work the cattle. And he was always home before sundown, dusty from the mesquite grasslands and stamping his feet on the patio to get rid of the crusty dirt on his boots. Sometimes he even brought beef jerky that the cattlemen had made, but Esperanza always had to find it first, searching his shirt pockets while he hugged her.
Tomorrow was her birthday and she knew that she would be serenaded at sunrise. Papa and the men who lived on the ranch would congregate below her window, their rich, sweet voices singing Las Mañanitas, the birthday song. She would run to her window and wave kisses to Papa and the others, then downstairs she would open her gifts. She knew there would be a porcelain doll from Papa. He had given her one every year since she was born. And Mama would give her something she had made: linens, camisoles or blouses embroidered with her beautiful needlework. The linens always went into the trunk at the end of her bed for algún día, for someday.
Esperanza's thumb would not stop bleeding. She picked up the basket of roses and hurried from the garden, stopping on the patio to rinse her hand in the stone fountain. As the water soothed her, she looked through the massive wooden gates that opened onto thousands of acres of Papa's land.
Esperanza strained her eyes to see a dust cloud that meant riders were near and that Papa was finally home. But she saw nothing. In the dusky light, she walked around the courtyard to the back of the large adobe and wood house. There she found Mama searching the horizon, too.
"Mama, my finger. An angry thorn stabbed me," said Esperanza.
"Bad luck," said Mama, confirming the superstition, but she half-smiled. They both knew that bad luck could mean nothing more than dropping a pan of water or breaking an egg.
Mama put her arms around Esperanza's waist and both sets of eyes swept over the corrals, stables, and servants' quarters that sprawled in the distance. Esperanza was almost as tall as Mama and everyone said she would someday look just like her beautiful mother. Sometimes, when Esperanza twisted her hair on top of her head and looked in the mirror, she could see that it was almost true. There was the same black hair, wavy and thick. Same dark lashes and fair, creamy skin. But it wasn't precisely Mama's face, because Papa's eyes were there too, shaped like fat, brown almonds.
"He is just a little late," said Mama. And part of Esperanza's mind believed her. But the other part scolded him.
"Mama, the neighbors warned him just last night about bandits."
Mama nodded and bit the corner of her lip in worry. They both knew that even though it was 1930 and the revolution in Mexico had been over for ten years, there was still resentment against the large landowners.
"Change has not come fast enough, Esperanza. The wealthy still own most of the land while some of the poor have not even a garden plot. There are cattle grazing on the big ranches yet some peasants are forced to eat cats. Papa is sympathetic and has given land to many of his workers. The people know that."
"But Mama, do the bandits know that?"
"I hope so," said Mama quietly. "I have already sent Alfonso and Miguel to look for him. Let's wait inside."
To follow the rest of Esperanza's journey of love, hardship, and hope, read the book Esperanza Rising by Pam Muñoz Ryan.
The themes of Esperanza Rising are race, class, the American dream, family, determination, and hope.What grade level is Esperanza Rising for? ›
Award Winning Book with and Authentic Author, a must read for 4th grade and up.Is there a second book to Esperanza Rising? ›
I wrote the story with the intention that it would be a book in its entirety — that it would be a complete story. Right now, due to my other writing commitments, I have no immediate plans to write a sequel. Maybe someday. What is your favorite part of Esperanza Rising?What is the main message of Esperanza Rising? ›
On one important level Esperanza Rising is a heartwarming story of a young girl who learns the importance of love and sacrifice for family and friends, but on another level it is also a lesson in the cultural as well as personal struggles that poor families, especially immigrants and farm laborers, must experience.What is the moral of the story of Esperanza Rising? ›
This story shows how, despite set backs, people can overcome anything. This theme is expressed in Esperanza's “rising,” or overcoming her tragic circumstances. This theme is also embodied in Miguel's belief that anyone can succeed in America.How did Esperanza's father died? ›
In the novel, the main character Esperanza -which translates to hope - is a rich, pampered girl in Mexico. In the city of Aguascalientes, Esperanza's father, a ranch owner, is shot and killed by bandits while mending a fence. Esperanzas father's evil stepbrothers plot to gain the land after his death.Did Esperanza marry Miguel? ›
Esperanza once declared, "I am going to marry Miguel!" Aww. Eventually, though, Esperanza realized that she and Miguel could never get married, because she was the daughter of the ranch owner, and he was the son of a housekeeper.How old is Esperanza at the end? ›
The book ends on the day of Esperanza's 14th birthday, and Esperanza has finally learned to be grateful for what she has: her family reunited, friends who love her, and most of all: hope.Is Esperanza Rising good for 4th grade? ›
Esperanza Rising is the perfect novel to share with your upper elementary to middle school readers!Who married Esperanza in Esperanza Rising? ›
In other instances, the strong voices of many people changed some of the pitiful conditions. Esperanza Ortega Muñoz (age 16) and Jesus Muñoz on their wedding day. The Mexican Repatriation was very real and an often overlooked part of our history.
We first meet Esperanza Ortega as a six-year-old girl walking with her father, Sixto, whom she calls Papa, through a vineyard in the valley where they live in Aguascalientes, Mexico.Does Esperanza have a crush? ›
Sire is Esperanza's first real crush. He is a neighborhood boy who sometimes stares at her. Esperanza always tries to stare straight ahead when she passes him and not to be afraid. Her parents tell her Sire is a punk and that she shouldn't talk to him.Does Esperanza get married? ›
The wedding of Esperanza and Alex marks the end of a cycle of repression in the De La Garza family and the beginning of a new happiness for Tita and Pedro.Does Esperanza have a happy ending? ›
However, the story concludes on a happy note when we discover that Miguel took the money to do just what Esperanza had intended. The family is together and Esperanza is at peace.