HEAR THE SONGS

Written from a sample story

For Nora — my grandmother

• “her kitchen smelled like cinnamon and scorched coffee every Saturday morning”
• “she said my name in two syllables, like it was a song she was in the middle of”
• “the good scissors lived in the sewing tin and nobody was allowed to cut paper with them”
• “she danced with the radio while the kettle came up, one hand on the counter”

Memorial · Soul Ballad · English

Written from a sample story

For Efraín — mi papá

• “salía a trabajar a las cuatro de la mañana y siempre dejaba prendida la luz de la cocina para nosotros”
• “arregla todo con un desarmador y una sola frase: “déjame ver””
• “no dice te quiero, dice “¿ya comiste?”, y es lo mismo”

Father’s Day · Soul Ballad · Español