When We Were Widows

by Annette Chavez Macias

“You agreed because you are the dutiful Mexican first daughter. You will always do what your mom—or what your grandma—asks of you. It’s kind of heartwarming, actually.”

I’m a Latina, Jason. I always have to prove myself. You

“Can I give you a hug? I’m a hugger,”

We tend to argue a lot, even about the tiniest things. It’s exhausting sometimes.”

I had always admired my mother for her strength.