My Mama accompanies me on a flight to Madrid. I will spend the summer with Papa for the first time since moving to Mexico. Mama stays there for three days. She sleeps in the same bed as me. I cry every night, begging her not to abandon me. Then she leaves. Every time I sit down to eat with my Papa I feel so much like crying that I get up and run away from the table.

 

I am nine years old.