One of my titas asked my cousins and I who'd like to say something about her, this lovely woman we called lola. They all turned to look at me, but I just couldn't bring myself to stand in front of all those people without picturing me embarrassing myself. I found myself speechless and just shook my head vigorously. Of course they'd look at me. I was her favorite, relatives tell me. And definitely, she was mine. She was the mother I knew for years, when my mom had to go back to work right after my teeny toes and fingers made an appearance. And even when she left to be with another set of her grandchildren, she would always come rushing if I needed an ally. She was more than great. She was beautifully amazing! Caitlin with Great Granny Fortunata People keep telling me, she's all right now and at peace. But it's still hard to swallow the fact that I have to speak about her in the past tense now in order to be grammatically correct. It plain sucks. I can't, ...
I love writing nonsensical stuff, reading sappy love stories, snapping pretty sunsets, gobbling green tea froyo, pinching babies' chubby cheeks, and lip-syncing to The Beatles songs.