Chapter Sixty

“I always knew there was something different about me growing up.” Olivia sipped her green tea while her eyes danced at the garden Emilio had been taking good care of for her. The colors that blossomed were getting ready for autumn. It gave the house a livelier atmosphere, and tried its best not to mark the Lopez as a low income household. She ritualistically placed her cup of tea back on its saucer then lowered the saucer on her lap. “I knew there was something strange living inside me. but I never knew what it was. My maternal grandmother handed me a book from my father’s mother.”

“Rosalina.” I blurted. It had become a habit to just blurt the ancestors’ name without thinking twice.

“Yes.” Olivia smiled with her eyes. She seemed to be a little fond of her paternal grandmother I see. “We never got to meet though, but she generously left me a guide book. I did not know what it was for when abuela gave it to me. I was around fourteen or fifteen when it was given to me. It did not make