just what I was feeling at the time.
When I was nine months old, my father crashed into the pole of a backlit sign that read “Londsdale Liquors”, exactly 0.5 miles from my home. My mom went away the summer after kindergarten and came home when I was in the end of second grade. I did not like her when I met her…
Keep readingAt 7 years old, I was praying for a Nickelodeon mom, whose main concern would be me and my after school snacks. Instead, my mom sat at the head of the table like a deer in headlights. Doña Colombia threw her a homecoming party; in my mom’s house, scratching up her floors & breaking what…
Keep readingI woke up because something was different. I was 5 years old, and as far as I could remember, my mom had been there when I woke up. I didn’t have my own room until I was about 10. The room was in the back corner of the railroad style house. When you walked out…
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