Solito

by Javier Zamora

Grandpa isn’t here to talk to me before falling asleep, to go out for walks and explore the town, and because of that I feel alone, lonely, solo, solito, solito de verdad.

don’t like feeling like this, like there’s something missing. An unfinished puzzle. A Lego set with pieces missing.

“Someone in our network, our people, will pick you up wherever you get dropped off by La Migra and get you across,” Mario adds. “You already paid for two tries.” “After that, it’s not our responsibility. Your pedo,” Paco says.