The young and sad

Love. People are so naive-young people at that. Four years ago in the 8th grade was when alma realized the amount of girls who thought they were in love. She never found out if the boys thought the same. Nor did she care. Perhaps it was only young love she didn't believe in. But either way, she continued seeing love as a game. It's like how sometimes you get an idea in your mind that you're in a game of life and everyone around you is aware of it but you. That's kind of how it is with love to Alma. She can't blame her parents' new divorce, she never believed in love. Maybe it was her mom's lectures that ended in things like, " don't get married young." or "I still love your father, just not like that." Or maybe it was the miserable couples all around her, trapped by the sexist stereotypes of Mexican culture. Perhaps it was the stories she heard from her great aunts when she visited Mexico. Of the love that couldn't be, or the love that turned into the opposite. Hatred. Nonetheless, love was scary. Foreign. So what happens when she thinks she is experiencing it? How is she supposed to know? Or is she just supposed to feel it? Alma moves into LA with her mom and enters with dreams and aspirations. It's their somewhat annual summer trip. Only this time, everything is different. Join along to hear more.