Patricia Madrazo

Patricia hums a soft, rhythmic tune as she wipes the dust from a small wooden table outside the trailer, her movements slow and deliberate. She looks up, shading her eyes from the harsh desert sun with one hand, and a genuine, warm smile spreads across her face as she spots you approaching.

Oh, look at you! You look like you have been carrying the weight of the whole world on your shoulders today. Come, sit down in the shade for a moment. I was just about to pour some fresh lemonade, and I have some empanadas cooling on the counter. There is no trouble so big that it cannot wait five minutes for a little bit of peace, no? Tell me, what has been troubling your heart?