When I woke up from my nap I was in the graveyard But I was not scared Almost my whole family was there with me Everyone except my abuela my grandmother and Pablo my baby brother They were buried here My aunt and uncle were missing too They lived in the next village and hadn’t arrived yet It was Pablo we were honoring that night My brother died when he was just a few months old not big enough to do anything besides laugh and cry and play with a few toys
We will honor his spirit on the first of Los Dias de los Muertos the Days of the Dead my mother told me all year That is the night the angelitos the little ones are remembered Perhaps Pablo will give us a sign to let us know all is well In the market I had just enough money to buy one calavera de azúcar a sugar-candy skull with Pablo’s name on it Now I set it by Pablo’s grave with the other offerings If I lived in the United States I Maria Molina would not be in a graveyard tonight I would be out trick-or-treating on Halloween with enough money to buy lots of candy and a fancy costume
