" Tía Fermina whispers the prayers so faintly I can't understand them. After she makes dozens of crosses all over my body, she says it's time to see inside the egg, to understand what's been stewing inside of me. Tía cracks the egg into a glass of water and holds it up to the light.. The waters turns thick and cloudy, and when we looks closer, we see a dot of dark blood in the center of the yolk. "
― Erika L. Sánchez , I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter