Bread

It was something that I had been waiting for years: buying bread, by myself. Since the possibility had been first introduced to me as a small child, the novelty of the possibility of being allowed to, hadn’t worn off the second time I entered the country. I fell ill with a horrible case of food poisoning, spent the last week of my trip drinking liquidos y taking medicina, but I got better as the days passed by and it came. The opportunity. I was blessed with the chance and I took it. Handed a few soles and I made the minutes walk a la panadería, through las calles of mi madre’s home. The interaction en la panadería must have only taken a few minutes, but I couldn’t help the pride in my chest as I walked home. With a bag of bread in hand.

L. Lovell