Un lugar:
Eureka Daily Roast.
27 Spring St, Eureka Springs.
Un libro:
Ser una niña inmigrante pero no entenderlo bien, o entenderlo demasiado bien para ser una niña.
Un fragmento:
She looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow. I wonder if she made the best with what she got or was she sorry because she couldn’t be all the things she wanted to be. Esperanza. I have inherited her name, but I don’t want to inherit her place by the window.
Una palabra:
Esperanza: “In English my name means hope. In Spanish it means too many letters. It means sadness, it means waiting.”
