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from the block

It is raining right now and I started wracking my brain for any rainstorm memories and my brain started to get frustrated with me. I know there are plenty of times where it rained in my life, but the only memory I can think of right now is from third grade when my parents and I just got back from grocery shopping. We had parked the car at our apartment complex, but we didn’t want to get out of it on account of not having an umbrella. We sat for how long I don’t know, but it didn’t seem long because one of our neighbors eventually saw us. He walked out to our car with an umbrella and walked us back to our apartment. Mom thanked him for keeping us unsoaked.

I guess this memory stood out because it felt like a random act of kindness, even though technically it wasn’t since we knew our neighbor really well and he was just watching out for us. I didn’t tell my brain to wrack it up, it wracked it up on its own and I think that particular memory stood out for a good reason.

Kindness is how I want to remember 2018.

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la infección

It started raining as soon as the plane landed. Sophia was glad for the rain because now she could hide her loss behind feeling gloomy because of it. Allie wouldn’t be back for another 24 hours so that bought Sophia some time before she’d have to face her roommate.

It seemed to take centuries for her to make it back home. When the driver finally dropped her off, Sophia was glad her hoodie hid her face. She didn’t even want to risk the doorman figuring out what had happened to her. After all, the walls could talk and next thing you know, Mamá is on the teléfono all up in her grill going on and on about how she just knew she would lose the account and why couldn’t she have listened to tu madre in the first place? Sophia rolled her eyes just thinking about it. Mamá would always hover, even if Sophia did everything exactly her way. She seemed to forget that her umbilical cord had been cut 25 years ago.

She kept her hoodie on when she made it back to her room. She wanted to pretend the rain was going to take care of all her problems for a sec. Just for a sec. She sat down on her bed and leaned up against the wall and just listened to the droplets of water, imagining each one going, “there, there” and sending tingles up and down her spine.

She closed her eyes and imagined redoing her day. But that didn’t work. So she thought of the beach and decided tomorrow she’d go surfing. Then stopped herself as soon as she remembered it’s not a good idea to go right after it rained. Well then. Maybe she should anyway and then not have to face Allie. It just took one day to get infected, didn’t it?