My father laughed. “That’s just the first hill, mija .”
Colombia has a complicated history, but growing up there, you learn that joy is an act of resistance. You see it in the way entire neighborhoods shut down streets to play soccer or how every holiday—no matter how small—is an excuse for a parade. as a little girl growing up in colombia
The holidays brought a special kind of magic. December meant the Día de las Velitas My father laughed