" Lying there with my mother in the afternoon light of my bedroom, I imagined her far into the future, driving day and night, her little white truck sliding from mountain peak to valley, through snow and heat waves, windstorms and lightning. Her headlights beam bright and warm, shining into town, the place where I'll live when I'm finally a grown-up and my mother's black hair is silver and her face is well-lined. In the distance, I see her arriving, joyously waving to me, her last stop. "

― Kali Fajardo-Anstine , Sabrina & Corina