Sitting in the dark with my little sister, I wondered how much longer I’d have to wait for mom. It was pouring outside and there was a blackout. Once again, as I’d had to do so often since we’d moved to Mexico, I had to be brave. I was in charge, and it was my job not to panic or show any signs of disquiet, for the sake of my sister, who was already close to tears. And so we sat on the bed and looked out the window at the rain as time passed by. After what felt like an eternity, we heard a knock at the door, and mom rushed in, immediately brightening up our spirits. In between hugs and kisses, she apologized for being late and having worked overtime, but we didn’t hold it against her. I knew being a single mother was tough, so I was
