Tag: Baba

I’m seated at my dining room table, waking up slowly to the warm mug of coffee in my hands. Seated across from me is Lace Baba. Behind her are the shades of Knotted Baba and Black Baba. “Cuando te despiertes, no te olvides de tomar tu medicina.” I lifted the mug. “Bebo mi café con…

“Toma tu café, nieta. Tienes un largo día por delante.” The tanned hand reached out from under the lace shawl and pushed the familiar mug towards me. I took the mug mutely and nodded but did not drink. The collection of women sitting at the small table with me were comforting to be around. I…