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| A 9-year-old’s Secrets Daphne Guzmán Photo by Deborah Guzmán Friday night – party at Aunt Hilda’s – my mom laughing and chatting. Hilda cooking spaghetti Neon orange stubby pasta, speckled with green olives the way only a Dominican would like. The merengue comes on and everyone goes to the living room to dance. I sit on the couch stapling my eyelids open watching family blur pass me in time. Around 11, I’m so tired I go to Jussed’s bedroom and lie down. Not without my mother’s coat. Not without cold car keys pressing hard in my hands letting me know that if nothing else she cannot start her car without me. |