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.

sunscreen on. In my father ordering seafood. In Veronica smiling with her hand about her pregnancy as my child came down to earth.

After the funeral, Solana wanted to stay with me.

—You shouldn’t be alone.

—I’m not alone —I told him—. I’m awake.

I went straight to the apartment that Joaquín had left me. Verónica and Rubén had lived there for free for years.continue reading …