I was the smallest back then,
sat behind my cousins as Mimi told
the scariest stories she could muster,
legends already old
when she was a little girl.
But I was mischievous for my size,
reaching out to snatch cookies
off my primos' plates as they leaned forward,
eyes wide, eagerly hanging
on every frightening word.
something that has been in a family for generations
Aunt Vero and my cousins Silvia and Magy spread
a thin layer of dough on cornhusks with silver spoons.
"Careful!" Mimi calls. "Those are family heirlooms,
last bit of wealth from before la Revolución!"