“Did your relatives know?” I watch Hiro drive seriously as we take down the street to his house.
“Only Mama Ara and Papa Henry know.”
“Do you have a plan on saying it to your Uncle Terry?”
It took him seconds to answer. “I don’t know Nica. But I know that they aren’t ready yet to place another urn in that house.”
“But we can get through this right?”
My eyes are starting to water again. I do not want to lose hope. I do not want to even think that his days are few. But how could I rest my mind if everything tells us the other way?
He just smiled at me, reaching for my hand and kissed it like how he always does. “You want to drive this baby?”
I am disappointed of his answer. Again, he altered the topic. But I do not want his smile to fade; though I know that s
