For a few seconds after my mother said she could not congratulate me for “defying God’s will,” no one moved.

trying to eat. After the party, when everyone left, I opened Lucía’s memory box and took out the white knitted hat.

It was too small now.

I held it and felt no simple emotion. Pain. Love. Anger. Hope. All braided together like yarn.

Andrés found me sitting on the bedroom floor.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I think so.”

He sat beside me.

“I want to take a picture continue reading …