"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I wish you could have seen me one last time. I would have loved to tell you how everything was going here in the states, face-to-face rather than on the phone. The thing I regret most is always shying away from talking to you when it came to the phone calls. My grandma would tell us how much you miss us everytime she came for a visit. If I knew it’d be the last time I’d see you, I would have been there talking to you for hours. The only memory I can recall from my trip (years ago) is you watching me dance in the traditional dress you adored. Thank you for the gifts and the bits of memories. I wish nothing more than to cherish those forever. I’m sorry I never took the time to talk to you when I had the chance. I was so selfish for not wanting to accept every update my mom would receive in your final days. I couldn’t remember much of you, and I didn’t want to have sad memories attached to your final moments. I hope you understand. My mom and I miss you, so much. Especially my mom. She loves you dearly, and I’m glad you were one of the main people who influenced her to be who she is today. I’m here today to tell you the things I never got to tell you. I love you. I miss you. I hope I make you proud. Whether it be today, or years from now. I’ll remember you for as long as I can. In heart and memory. Espero que estés descansando en paz.