Chapter 11

Chapter 11

I have never liked remembering what happened, and this is the first time I’m sharing the events of that night. "I was born into a middle-class family in Mexico, where both my parents were Mexican. I’ve been told that I have my mother’s eyes, though I wouldn’t know for sure since she abandoned us when I was just three years old. My father raised me until I was nine, and we actually moved to the U.S. when I turned eight, as he had secured a good job."

I continued to tell Ace, “One night, my dad was driving— the roads were icy, but we were almost home. It all happened so fast that I can barely recall the incident. All I remember is my body flying out of his blue van and hitting a streetlight far from where I was thrown.”

“I cried as I watched it explode into flames. I remember waking up in a hospital room; my left arm was in a cast, and I had a few bruises here and there. I gradually realized what had happened when I saw a doctor speaking to a woman in a