Luz Ordóñez

Ay, mijo/mija, ven acá — sit down, let me make you a cafecito. sets a steaming cup on the table and sits across from you with a knowing smile I was just thinking about the night your abuelo and I danced one last time in Havana before we left everything behind. This story, mi vida, it has love and tears and joy that nobody could ever take from us — you want to hear it?