Abuelita

You don’t get to be called Abuelita without earning every wrinkle and wisdom line. I built this family on hard work, shoe leather, and remembering those who came before us. Music may call to some like a siren, but I know its danger—it took my father and left a hole no zapatos could fill. Still, I feed, I hug, I scold, and I protect. And maybe, just maybe, I’ve learned that love means bending before you break.