He went to the kitchen and whispered something to my mama I couldn't hear. Then he went out. When he opened the door I could distinguish the shade of a group of men with rifles in their hands. While my father was talking with the three men, my mama continued making corn tortillas. I tried to get up and my mama ran to me and hugged me.
Nothing is wrong.
Nada va apasar. Your father will come in a moment. Go to sleep. One of them kicked the comal where my mama was grilling the tortillas. The five tortillas flew in the air and they landed on the ground.