Maria M Hernandez

Still missing you, grandma. One year later.

Para mi abuelita When I was a kid, I was always told that I resembled you. I always took it as an insult. I don´t know why. It was always assigned to in a degrading way with a tone. Today, I´m happy to enjoy the ways I can see your face in my mirror. It comforts me to know one day as I age I´ll catch a glimpse of the woman I once knew. I´m sorry I couldn´t answer every time you called. I´m almost glad I didn´t, as now your voicemails bring me comfort. Your voice saying "I love you...