For Luis and Azalea, it was hard not to hear the parallels with their own mother, buried not 100 feet away. Azalea hugged Luciano’s mother for more than a minute, weeping. After that, the trust seemed to be broken, and Luis went his own way. As the funeral crowd dispersed, Luis and Azalea went to their mother’s grave, a church-like structure lined with cypress trees. Luis and Azalea sat for a while as the sun’s bite softened, reminiscing in a way they rarely allowed themselves to do anymore.

Source: New York Times December 13, 2020 08:00 UTC