Ay dios mío. [oh my god.]
I think to myself.
¿Qué vamos a hacer? [what are we going to do?]
As if on command, my big sister Naomi sighs and shakes her head.
"I have no idea what's going to happen to us, hermana." [sister]
"Me either." I sit down and stare at the building, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.
"I'll go see Aubelo." [grandfather]
"Ok. Thank you." I say, pulling my knees to my chest.
I had just lost all of my memories. All of the pictures from Santo Domingo, all of my clothes, all of my journals, all of my drawings, all of it.
Gone.
Just like that.
I sit there for about half an hour with my back against the street light, my knees to my chest, my arms around my knees.
"Lexa?" A small voice asks me.
I turn my head to see my nephew Alex frowning at me.
"Sí, Alex?" [yes] I say, smiling a little.
"Are we gonna have to leave?" He asks.
"I dunno, honey. We'll see." I smile and pull him into my arms.
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Heights to Heights
FanfictionWhen Alexa's apartment building in burns down, she and her sister Naomi and her son Alex move from Crown Heights NYC to Washington Heights NYC. ~~~~~~~ Just so y'all know, I imagine the characters as the actors I saw when I watched it live, so I use...
