My aunt died last night.

A part of me is Trinidadian.

My aunt died last night.

I am half Trinidadian.

Her name was Aunty Rita.

It was a common,
family joke

to yell her name.

Like this,

RITAAAAAAAAAA.

And now I don't think I'll ever hear that again.

My mom is going to Trinidad for a week.
And I wish I could go too.

Is it ironic that I dreamt of Trinidad the night before.
Is it ironic that I dreamt that a dog died or almost died and I cared for it.

My aunt died last night.

Aunty Rita.