" I look at Connor, and a wave of sadness washes over me. I miss him, even though he’s sitting right in front of me. It’s hard to explain, but it reminds me of a haiku I once read: 'Even in Kyoto—/ hearing the cuckoo’s cry—/ I long for Kyoto.' I feel like that a lot. I get nostalgic before I have to. "

― Erika L. Sánchez , I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter