May 12

Mañana

Her kisses fell upon my cheeks, as I felt her scrawny body beneath my hands. Smaller than a girl of 9 should be. Her pajamas for tonight scratched against my arms as I hugged her. Fluent Spanish filled my ears, as her soft voice spoke. “Te Quiero.” was all I heard, all I understood. She kissed my cheeks, again and again, her lips leaving my cheeks damp as our tears mingled with each others. I faintly smelt her shampoo, a scent I couldn’t recognize. I tried to reassure her that I would be back tomorrow, as soon as I could. Mañana I said, tomorrow.