Staying angry at you would mean my aunt got to poison this too.

And she doesn’t.

She’s done taking things from me.” Aurelio could not answer for a moment.

When he did, his voice was rough.

“Your father,” he said, “would have said something exactly like that.

He was the only person who ever made me feel small in a way that was good for me.

You do it too.

I’m grateful for it.