my sister had a picnic today. she gathered as many girlfriends as she could find that came from cuba on the "pedro pan flights." i think she was able to get them all. they haven't seen each other since they were thirteen and they are all now in their sixties. i want to write about it later when i can let it sink in. just know it was amazing. one of her friends gave me two pictures that i had never seen.

the picture is grainy and out of focus but i just stared at it. my sister and all her friends have memories of cuba. i have none. she had all these friends. i couldn't remember if i had any friends. until now. and i guess i did. i can't even tell you how that made me feel.

written on the back:

19 Abril 1962

Mariflor Gonzalez

Marisela Hernandez

Ismarita Hernandez