ABUELA’S KITCHEN
“Ave María Purísima!” I hear her scream, followed by the clatter of pots and a loud thud. I fear the worst. My grandmother is not the woman she used to be − that warrior spirit of our home, who was...
“Ave María Purísima!” I hear her scream, followed by the clatter of pots and a loud thud. I fear the worst. My grandmother is not the woman she used to be − that warrior spirit of our home, who was...