My hips sway as I salsa to one of my songs of the week. This week it’s Barrio by YEИDRY. I move to the rhythm of the beat as I wash my plate in the sink, the melody erasing the stresses of a long day at the diner. Ily walks over, brushing against my legs, so I quickly dry my hands and pick her up, dancing with her in my arms as I sing along to the music.
“Tu no eres el hombre que conocì. Si quieres la guerra yo estoy aquí. Yo soy mi propria dueña y confió en mi fuerza.”
Ily meows, not remotely caring about what’s going on, but happily clinging to me and nuzzling against my neck. As I continue to enjoy the song, I hear my phone ring, and quickly walk over to my laptop, putting the music on pause. I grab my phone and break into a smile when I see Julian is calling me.
I answer the call an
