When Words Are Scarce

There are no children’s books in your house growing up. No dictionaries. No encyclopedias. Not even a Bible to skim through. Your main reading material consists of Catholic leaflets given out at Sunday Mass. You fight your siblings for Frosted Flakes, Lucky Charms, and Cocoa Puffs; it’s not the sugary cereals you want but the writing on the back of the colorful boxes. Words are scarce, and you’re starving.

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Matando Cucarachas

Soy mujer de guerra. Eso me lo dijo mi abuela a los seis años y desde entonces ando matando cucarachas. Cuando uno se dedica a combatir la invasión cucarachagüense, uno entiende que es un compromiso serio, de toda la vida.

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