About Robertico (part 2)
September 6, 2014
The day Robertico is crying, desperate and lonely outside my window, I don’t want to go but I must. To witness it makes me sick. It unnerves me but here it is common. ‘Abuela,’ he calls not wanting to enter the house. He calls my aunt this even though she is not a relation at … More About Robertico (part 2)
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