Aracelia Lima

“Family meeting this morning.” “Oh, God, I do not need to know this.” “Yes, you do. Tío is sick.” “Which tío?” There’s a heavy silence, and after far too long, it clicks. “Oh.” My father. “Pancreatic cancer,” she continues once it’s clear I won’t. “Painful.” “The family wants to get him out of prison for treatment.” “Probably not happening, but not any of my business regardless.”
― Dot Hutchison, The Summer Children