The day was nothing special, an ordinary rainy day. I didn’t know that I would be afraid to fall asleep in the evening. For sometimes, I’m dying at night. I have died in the dreams of others and in those of my own. So, it would not be the first time.
This letter is for you, grandma Yola. I love you so much grandmother and from that day where you took me to live with you. I couldn’t live with my step dad Tono. Because my mom Yolany went to the United States so that I and my brothers Would have a better life.
Sweet hymns shall be my chant and woven songs, For Thou art all for which my spirit longs— To be within the shadow of Thy hand And all Thy mystery to understand.