+ cuarenta y uno

i was two months in cayey when i got some news.

i had woken up that morning feeling nauseous. i ran into the bathroom nearly spilling my guts out to the smell of food that wafted in from the kitchen.

pinching the bridge of my nose with my index finger and thumb, i walked out to see my mother cooking chicken. and the sight of it nearly sent me dashing back to the bathroom.

"mom," i called to her. she turned around and i continued. "i think that chicken is expired."

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if you're mexican of hispanic, or latin. whatever you want to call yourself. you probably guessed it already. the pivotal drama and turning point in any mexican novela. i mean, im sure everyone has guessed it already. 

but my latin people know that drama like this is quintessential in most mexican dramas.

we all know what it is. 

i'm not even ashamed rn xD

-clary