A free-style verse I wrote after a trip back home.
The time is 6:52 am.
The sun hasn’t come up yet, and downtown El Paso already shows signs of life.
Me haces falta roughly translates to I need you but this translation doesn't make it justice.
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Twenty years ago, my father stood up for our name and validated the way we spelled it. I was sure that, after that moment, I’d never doubt how I should write our family’s name. But all of that changed when I moved to the United States. This is the story of the written accent in my last name, how I lost it, and its journey back to me.
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