Of Spanish and My Grandmother
“Alzheimer’s had been pickpocketing her of a few memories each day until finally I was just a voice she couldn’t place.”
This is my grandma and me in her front yard with one of her many cats. I would sacrifice almost everything to relive this moment.
I’m doing great, Grandma.
It’s not my birthday yet.
Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend anymore.
New York is terrific.
I miss you, too.
Ursula Villarreal-Moura was born and raised in San Antonio, Texas. Her writing has appeared in Tin House (online), Nashville Review, WhiskeyPaper, Bennington Review, Washington Square and Wigleaf Top 50. Her work has been nominated for Best of the Net, a Pushcart Prize, and long listed for Best American Short Stories 2015. On Twitter, she's @Ursulaofthebook.
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