Papa who wakes up tired in the dark
You abuelito is dead, Papa says early one morning in my room. Esta muerto, and then as if he just heard the news himself, crumples like a coat and cries, my brave Papa cries. I have never seen my Papa cry and don't know what to do.
I know he will have to go away, that he will take a plane to Mexico, all the uncles and aunts will be there, and they will have a black-and-white photo taken in front of the tomb with flowers shaped like spears in a white vase because this is how they send the dead away in that country.
And I think if my own Papa died what would I do. I hold my Papa in my arms. I hold and hold and hold him.
爷爷去世了
你爷爷去世了。有天清晨很早的时候，爸爸到我房里来说。他不在了，说完，他好像自己才听到这个消息一样，人像件外套一样皱缩起来，哭了。我勇敢的爸爸哭了。我从来没看过爸爸哭，不知道该怎么办。
我知道他要走了，他会坐飞机去墨西哥，所以的叔叔婶婶都会去那里。他们会拍上一张黑白照片，在摆个白色花瓶的墓地边，花瓶里插着长矛状的花束。在那个国家李，人们就那样送别死者。
我想要是我自己的爸爸死去了我会做什么。于是我把爸爸抱在怀里，我要抱啊抱啊抱住他。
