***Emiliano***
I smile as I watch my little girls cut papel picado for the Day of the Dead festivities, the kitchen table a mess with multi-colored paper sheets, sugar skulls, calacas (skeleton figures) and marigold petals scattered all around.
Karina is going to kill me when she sees this mess, I think to myself.
Mia holds up her creations for me to see, her eyes beaming with pride at her work. “Look Daddy! Look what I made.”
Her designs are simple but unique and beautiful in every single way.
“I love it,” I smile at her, taking her design and adding it to the banner. I turn to Aurora who hunches over her work, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She looks just like Sofia when she does that. “Okay, Aurora. Let’s see it.”
“I’m almost done, Dad,” she calls out, making a final cut
