Furia

by Yamile Saied Méndez

“I loved the bit about leaving a part of ourselves in every book we read. How we collect the fragmented souls of those who found the story first. That’s beautiful.”

Mama is such a complicated word. It’s what we call our mothers. What we call a friend, a cute little girl that plays in the park. What a man calls his woman.

Our family was stuck in a cosmic hamster wheel of toxic love, making the same mistakes, saying the same words, being hurt in the same ways generation after generation. I didn’t want to keep playing a role in this tragedy of errors.

One day, when a girl was born in Rosario, the earth would shake with anticipation for her future and not dread.