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But it wasn't the same

Just the two of us

The absence of ourwound in our hearts, in our psyches, it beca on

Until, eventually, we ather as left of our savings, to break our lease, and to go to our mother's homeland for the first time

We hadn't knohat to expect Aside from stories about our faether, we didn't know much about our mother's hometown

We had been accustole-family homes separated by little yards

That wasn't ere met with as we made our way down the street toward the address our mother had put on the last letter she'd sent to us

There was a high hill with little rectangular, brightly-colored holy stacked on top of each other all the way up to the top, occasionally broken up by a single green tree

"How do they get from home to home?" Celenia asked under her breath

I wanted to keep being the ht years her senior

But just this once, I had no idea Because I had been conte that myself

As it turned out, though you couldn't see it from the direction we'd come in, there were little streets of the barrio and staircases between all the homes as well as a town behind them

It wasn't long as we made our way down those little streets before ere discovered by soh, clearly, these days, Celenia was the holder of most of the beauty in our family

This group of wo around cluelessly for hours, since we had no idea which house ere looking for, or even how they were situated so we could figure out the nuht red ho how more than our mother and her mother could fit in that home Would there be space for us? Had we made a major mistake?

But then the door flew open