“I think I want to go to Los Angeles,” I said slowly.

“To visit your friend, Ana?” She asked, hands still soapy. I nodded before opening my mouth.

“Well, yes, but it’s more than a visit,” I began. Mami focused all her attention on me. “I’ve always wanted to live there, test it out…” My voice trailed. I couldn’t spit it out. Mami turned off the faucet. No more drip. I had to come clean.