She always wants to sit at the counter behind my desk.
Truthfully I don’t mind. But as the teacher, it wouldn’t be fair to let her.
Her eyes bright with knowledge and pain.
I can see her strength but she only feels her vulnerability.
She has such a spark.
I want her to find where it can be ignited.
The name we call each other - cucarachita.
Why? I have no idea.
But when I say it to her, I’m really calling her
Mi hija.