“How do we tie our shoes, brush our hair, drink coffee, wash the dishes, and go to sleep, pretending everything is fine? How do we laugh and feel happiness despite the buried things growing inside? How can we do that… — Erika L. Sánchez Copy Share Image
“I don’t know why I’ve always been like this, why the smallest things make me ache inside. There’s a poem I read once, titled… — Erika L. Sánchez Copy Share Image
“It’s easier to be pissed, though. If I stop being angry, I’m afraid I’ll fall apart until I’m just a warm mound of flesh… — Erika L. Sánchez Copy Share Image
“In some ways, I think that part of what I'm trying to accomplish, whether Amá really understands it or not, is to live for… — Erika L. Sánchez Copy Share Image
“Be careful. Please. The border…The fucking border.” I feel a wildness spreading through me. “It’s nothing but a giant wound, a big gash between… — Erika L. Sánchez Copy Share Image
“How do we tie our shoes, brush our hair, drink coffee, wash the dishes, and go to sleep, pretending everything is fine? How do… — Erika L. Sánchez Copy Share Image
