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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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a Joaquín cap and a photo where the two appear laughing with a tiny fish that they pretended was huge.

Six months later I left Guadalajara. First I traveled through places that Joaquín and I dreamed of visiting: Oaxaca, Chiapas, then further away. I write this from a cabin near the mountains of Colorado, where mornings are cold and silence no longer continue reading …

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