ESTEFANÍA (LIFE STORY)
The door was the only thing keeping us from being discovered.
My mom's footsteps grew closer, and my heart was in my throat because if we didn't act soon, we would be caught.
"Hide under the bed and don't come out," I told Josué, pushing him hurriedly to conceal himself beneath the bed.
"Estefanía, I'm talking to you!" My mom's voice was getting closer. I felt like prey fleeing from a predator. They say mothers always look out for their children, but the reality was that not all mothers fulfilled that natural role. At least life was teaching me that.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, pointing to the clothes I was wearing. Our voices were barely a whisper.
"Trust me," I whispered back.
My friend crawled under the bed, pulling the dress and shoes I had worn
