"Miss Delia...!" A distant shout and pounding on the door could be heard. It was Auntie Yara's voice. Why did she have to shout so loudly? I looked at the clock on the nightstand, showing 4:40 AM. I squinted to make sure. Then quickly got out of bed and headed to the bedroom door.
My eyes darted sharply to find out why she was shouting with such an anxious expression.
"Miss, have you been crying? Your face looks swollen," asked Auntie Yara, staring at me intently.
"What's going on, Auntie, pounding on the door at this ungodly hour?" My eyes still felt heavy with sleep because I had been crying all night.
"There... in front, Miss, there's a lot of trash," she said, causing me to frown in confusion. I didn't understand what she meant. Trash?
"Come on, Miss, look!" She pulled my hand to
