"Rooms We Die In," by Migueltzinta C. Solís
July 1, 2014 3:57 PM Subscribe
"Now that aunt #6 was dead, we could be a hand. If we are a hand, my grandmother is the cupped palm at the center of her five remaining children. If we are a hand, my mother is the thumb, and the other fingers are her brothers and sisters.... Mamá is the thumb, and I am her fingernail."
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