Krystalina ~
“Baja el culo, Krystalina
(Get your ass down.)"
I groaned in annoyance and screamed into my pillow as my mother continued yelling angrily from downstairs. God, I hate her for ruining my morning sleep.
I sat upright on the bed and, climbing out of it, walked straight out of my room barefoot while my mother kept cussing about how ungrateful I was and how I didn’t value time in Español.
“No soy sorda, mamá, cálmate.”
(I’m not deaf, mamá. Calm down.)
I yelled back, my Latina accent more prominent in my irritation. My mother narrowed her eyes at me, her gaze slowly turning into a sharp glare that warned me I was already on thin ice.
“Some fool is waiting outside, claiming you’re the only one he’ll talk to. And if you’ve crossed a line, Krystalina…”
she paused, her voice
