When I was young, my mom and dad did their best to provide for our family. Money was scarce. Neighbors and our church would sometimes give us clothing. I remember finding a pair of pants in one of the boxes which fit me perfectly. However, I grew taller and my pants unfortunately didn’t. My mom would either sew patches to cover up holes from overuse and she would also sew fabric to the bottom of each pant leg to make them longer. The word for patches in Spanish is parches. Parchita is what inspired me to write this book. I truly hope you enjoy my story. Rosa M. Sáenz-Aragón