1 Epilogue

I smiled, and took a sip of my coffee. I chose a quiet corner of the new coffee place that had just erected. I look around and smile again. I'm doing my best to still my beating heart. I look at my reflection on the window. Crazy curly hair, light brown skin, and a deep set of brown-eyes was looking back at me. Never had I been more proud of my heritage, my native tongue. Spanish had saved my life.

My culture had saved me from doom.

And I sit here, sipping this coffee, reflecting on everything that's been, and everything that was never said. Trying... so ... hard. So hard, to still my beating heart. I'm safe now. I can move on.