Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie - except her man.
Raquel CepedaThe hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.
Raquel CepedaI guess it all depends on whom you ask and when you ask. Race, I've learned, is in the eye of the beholder.
Raquel Cepeda