breath.
Read it. Slower than you think you should.
I read.
She listened.
When I finished, she said: perfect.
Then softer: your mother should hear this.
She won’t.
I know. That is her loss. Read it again.
I read it again. Slower.
And the woman on the other end of the phone, who had come to America with three hundred dollars and built everything from there, listened continue reading …
