Uno, Dos, Tres: Counting Nightmares Away

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“Uno, dos, tres. One tú, trí,” I pray to Dios, especially now.

“One, tú, trí,” I count again with my chocolate brown ojos closed. I’m hoping for a milagro, a miracle to make this scary dream go away faster than it takes Superman to fly up to the tallest building, faster than it takes papi to pick me up and swing me high until I touch the white bumpy techo, the ceiling, in the big white casa that used to be ours. One…