When I glance up at Winter, her head tilts. “What does that mean?” “What?” I ruffle Vivi’s hair and push back up to standing. “What you just said to her.” “Te vivo?” Winter nods. “It’s Portuguese. My dad used to say it to my sister and me. Sadly, it’s some of the only Portuguese I know. It means ‘I live you’ or something along those lines.”
