“I love them, they remind me of my abuela. She loved them, had paintings all over her house of them. She’d always say they were a lesson, how they have to be literally frozen for like, five whole months and somehow still make a pretty flower. I see them and it reminds me of her and how sometimes we have to go through something hard and excruciating to make something beautiful and magical.” I shrug and smile, suddenly feeling silly. “Ignore me. Sometimes, I get strangely introspective.”
