My family went on vacation to Cancun while I buried my 12 year old son… and when they returned, they were homeless. Without warning. No return.

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—Daughter, this week we will help Verónica and Rubén to settle better in the apartment. We already committed.

—Mom, Joaquín just died.

—I know, but you are strong.

So I buried my husband almost alone. Solana, my best friend, was with me. Joaquín’s classmates really cried. My parents, Verónica and Rubén, arrived late, sat in the back and left quickly.continue reading …