“Hey guys, we have some bad news.”
It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Released from school with promises of tamales, buñuelos, and delicious turkey awaiting my siblings and I, we couldn’t begin to imagine what would cause Mami to talk to us so seriously. Mami’s tone, cutting through the cacophony of utensils clinking on plates and voices shouting over one another caused a collective intake of breath and in the sudden stillness, Mami continued.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at http://spectrummagazine.org/node/12095