August 27, 2008
My great-grandmother’s name was Matiana. She passed on my 23rd birthday. My grandmother, Matiana’s daughter, shares my birthday. That may mean that from now on, each August 11 will find my grandmother celebrating and mourning, and I’ll think of the both of them and how the three of us are bound to each other now forever, encapsulate by this one paricular day in which we three either came or went on our way.
-The Yellow Diary. Rocio Anica.
