Maria Molina and the Day of the Dead

Maria Molina and the Day of the Dead — page 1
When I woke up from my nap I was in the graveyard But I was not scared Almost my whole family was there with me Everyone except my abuela my grandmother and Pablo my baby brother They were buried here My aunt and uncle were missing too They lived in the next village and hadn’t arrived yet It was Pablo we were honoring that night My brother died when he was just a few months old not big enough to do anything besides laugh and cry and play with a few toys