I couldn’t even tell if I had any sadness of my own, because I was so full of Abuelita’s sadness.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
I couldn’t even tell if I had any sadness of my own, because I was so full of Abuelita’s sadness.
I couldn’t even tell if I had any sadness of my own, because I was so full of Abuelita’s sadness.
I couldn’t even tell if I had any sadness of my own, because I was so full of Abuelita’s sadness.