I broke into a house in Coyoacán to steal, but found a blind girl tied to a chair. She whispered, “Did my mom come back to sell me again?” I decided to steal her back instead. As we reached the front door, heavy footsteps echoed from the dark hallway, and a voice growled, “Who is in there?”…

taking a threatening step forward.

Suddenly, Milagros threw her head back and shrieked with a volume I didn’t know she possessed. “No! My true Mama possesses a voice like music! You are an imposter!”

The woman’s face twisted into a mask of pure rage, and she lunged forward, her acrylic claws aimed directly at my eyes.

I didn’t wait. I pivoted sharply,continue reading …