I turn the radio on in my hot car and out blasts that song, The Circle of Life. I laugh. It's a coincidence. There are no coincidences.
Everything feels like the end of a mystery movie where the pieces fall together and everything and everyone looks a little different.
I call Abuela from my car phone, the one I only had about 100 "primetime" minutes for and had already used because I didn't understand the concept of "primetime" minutes.
Whatever this call cost, it was worth it.
She answered Hallo.
Abuela, I said, listen.
What. What 'chu want? she replied.
I just went though this thing, I can't explain, but Abuela, remember how your Mom died right after you were born?
She answers me with silence.
Who expects a call like this?
In the middle of the day?
Abuela, I know this is crazy, but I'm your Mami. What do you think about that?
She laughed.
I can't tell you how much she understood, if she understood, or if she thought I was just playing a two-year-old game, but her answer was a delightful, "Maaaammmmiiiiii! Te quiero!!"
Everything feels like the end of a mystery movie where the pieces fall together and everything and everyone looks a little different.
I call Abuela from my car phone, the one I only had about 100 "primetime" minutes for and had already used because I didn't understand the concept of "primetime" minutes.
Whatever this call cost, it was worth it.
She answered Hallo.
Abuela, I said, listen.
What. What 'chu want? she replied.
I just went though this thing, I can't explain, but Abuela, remember how your Mom died right after you were born?
She answers me with silence.
Who expects a call like this?
In the middle of the day?
Abuela, I know this is crazy, but I'm your Mami. What do you think about that?
She laughed.
I can't tell you how much she understood, if she understood, or if she thought I was just playing a two-year-old game, but her answer was a delightful, "Maaaammmmiiiiii! Te quiero!!"
