“While we ate, Mami sat as far from us as she could. Omar couldn‘t get off work, I kept slurring, even after Leidy kicked and kicked my shin under the table each time I forced out the excuse. Dante crawled around on the floor next to her, moving from cousin to cousin, begging to be lifted. I kicked Leidy back and said it anyway - Next year, you‘ll see - to Neyda, to people who‘d been whispering about my mom‘s outburst, her door-slamming . . .”