Angel woke me up once we got back to the house.
I had dried up tears over my cheek and a little bit of drool on my lips from passing out on the way back. Grieving seems to always make me tired, maybe that’s why I don’t like doing it.
Angel helped me out of the car and I walked inside of the house.
Delicious food captivated the house, making my stomach growl in hunger.
“Yes food.” I said out hungrily as I walked straight towards the kitchen
I took my heels off, leaving them on one of the side tables in the hallway. I’ll get them later when I clean up.
I walked into the kitchen, meeting Brenda who was cooking over the stove.
I saw her flipping quesadillas, and I saw rice and beans in trays on the island, as well as tamales.
“Amina!” Rueben yelled out as he ran to me from the
