I rushed to the airport gate for São Paulo. I held my breath, my face getting hot. I sat down and folded on a bench as I covered my head with my jacket. In this makeshift tent, I slowly inhaled and exhaled...
My papa used to call my ma Hermosa.
The day I was brought to the world the first words everyone said was how Hermosa I was.
While everything I thought in life was Hermosa.
Life was not always...
Tonight’s dinner felt like the choke-holding grip of a melon fruit’s skin. Entangled by rigid webs, only to protect the vibrancy that lies within. I glanced at the glassed-top dinner table, entranced...
I pick up a case of sparkling water that was on sale.
I grab some yogurt,
a block of dark chocolate,
fruits,
veggies,
a few ‘clean’ proteins,
and a couple of snacks.
I come home...
It was three of us. On a summer day, the day was burning and the ravenous hunger made Leslie, Wendy, and I eat the salty Lay’s. It was not an ordinary Lay’s, being Mexican Americans we liked customizing...
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