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Mari was a mentirosa and a major drama queen. She threatened to run away as often as I called my younger brother a pinche cabrón behind my parents’ backs.
“Que Dios te bendiga.”
How could I know at that moment that the lemon tree and the promise we’d just made would only survive a few more summers?
Welita had said that if she’d cried in front of her, then the woman would have known the power she’d had over her. She’d always told us that people who hurt us don’t deserve our tears.
When will you learn that living with something you don’t love is not living at all?”
Dear God, I take that back. Of course I don’t want to die. But could there be a small earthquake or a random fire drill at least? Amen.
A gift is a gift, and you should always be grateful for anything someone gives you out of love. The day you tell someone what to give you is the day you no longer get gifts out of love, but rather obligation. Well, for me, I’d rather have the love.”
holding on to only the bad things that happened to us leaves us too tired to enjoy the good.”
Just holding each other and crying. Finally, when we broke apart, I looked at my mother and asked who was going to break the news to my grandmother. Almost instantly we all said in unison, “Selena.”
Sometimes, you find the strength to do what scares you most if you believe your life will be better because of it.”
Holding on to the past doesn’t always help you in the future.” A realization struck me so hard that I gasped.
“Girls, girls.” I heard my mother’s voice. “People are starting to stare. What chillonas.”
“Merry Christmas, Welita,” the four of us said in unison. “Que Dios te bendiga.”
