Fabiola

So what’s your little sister’s name?
Fabiola
What?
Fabiola
And when she grows up, what are you gonna call her?
Fabiola

Let them talk, you’re my blood
If you feel pain or hunger, I’ll feel it too
And I’ve felt like I wasn’t there for you, but
Every January sixth, I face my fears
Every gift I wrap reminds me that I know nothing about you
Opening it, I hate seeing you pretend
No, if I die, I don’t want to leave anything unsaid, no
What’s the plan? To ignore everything I missed and not change?
You’re my other half, you bring together all the good from Dad and Mom
And I swear that
And when they’re gone, I know I’ll find them in your eyes
And I feel them, I don’t get it, it’s visceral
Fabi, you curse so much because I taught you to talk
Your path is your path, even though I taught you to walk
But you learned by watching me run and scream
Now I imagine that call on speaker
I didn’t know you heard me crying on the couch
I didn’t see you grow up because I was growing up, not in the best way
It was easier when we shared a bunk bed

And now, send a big hug to your little sister
Oh!
And a big kiss to your little sister, how is she?
Let’s see, how do you want her?

A lot, but not great
Mom, tell me what the 70s were like in Venezuela with four sisters
Dad, tell me what the 60s were like in Somosierra with four brothers
Let’s see if I learn something
Fabi, we never talked about how Grandma’s attitude changed
Or that boy, the one who made you sad at school
And that every November 13th, it always rains
It’s crazy, it’s like he’s telling us something
And I heard him cry from here the night I asked for forgiveness
And you smiled at me like not a single day had passed
You’re my blood
If you feel pain or hunger, I’ll feel it too