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Publicado: 12/11/2026 · Atualizado: 12/11/2026

Sinopse

Wishes can be dangerous... Miriam was numb. She had cried when she heard the news: "We're sorry, Miss Sanchez, but your grandfather has been in a car crash". She cried as her co-worker drove her to the hospital, promising to drop her car off later. She screamed and shouted when the doctor came out of the operating room- "I'm sorry, but there was too much damage"- and confirmed that she was all alone in the world. Now, a horrible, long week later Miriam was sitting in the church her grandparents had attended. Their church friends mingled with family members and long-time friends. A few co-workers from their old jobs had turned up. People she had never met before, never even heard of before, were approaching her and offering up consolidations. "He was my best friend throughout high school. I'm so sorry for your loss." "I was the maid-of-honor at their wedding. I'll be praying for you, dear." "We grew up together. I'm sorry they left so soon." She just smiled tightly. Distant relatives came out of the woodworks to attend the funeral. A great- aunt from Seattle was sitting next to her in the pew. Her father's estranged brother was across the aisle with his Jewish wife and kids, all looking very uncomfortable in the Catholic cathedral. A large family of second cousins sat behind her. The youngest was kicking the back of the pew, too young to understand that "this is serious, Billy. Don't cause trouble right now." She didn't care that Billy was kicking the back of her seat, or that Great Aunt Beryl kept patting her hand, or even that Uncle Carlos bothered to show up. She was just numb. She clutched her grandmother's gold cross in her left hand, her right hand firmly encased in Aunt Beryl's. Miriam's grandmother had died two years before of pancreas cancer. At the time, Miriam had thought that that would be the most difficult thing she would have to live through. Abuela had raised her since she was two. Abuela had taught her how to read, how to cook, how to decorate cookies. Abuela had been there for her when she got her first period. They both had sat on Miriam's bed for hours as Abuela explained to an eleven-year-old Miri what was happening to her body. Miriam had been closer to Abuela than Pops. He had tried his best, but the poor man had only had sons, and didn't know what to do with his orphaned granddaughter. He tried, though. He bought her gifts: books, pillows, flowers. He encouraged her to read, and skate, and pursue college. He loved her, he just wasn't good at saying it. Abuela, on the other hand, did not go a day without reminding Miriam that she was loved, and cherished, and wanted. So Miriam thought that Pops' funeral would be easier. She was wrong.

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