Four years ago, as I sought to gain independence, I moved out of my parents’ home. I was blessed to find an affordable little nook where I painted one of the walls golden yellow and unknowingly displayed way too much bird Continue reading “A Letter to My Landlords”
The lights go out.
It’s time for Papi to close la bodega.
For my sisters and I, that means we finally get to spin. Spin around in countless circles until we begin to feel dizzy. Continue reading “La Bodega”