" What's surprised me most about seeing my sister dead is the lingering smirk on her face. Her pale lips are turned up ever so slightly, and someone has filled in her patchy eyebrows with a black pencil. The top half of her face is angry - like she's ready to stab someone - and the bottom half is almost smug. This is not the Olga I knew. Olga was as meek and fragile as a baby bird. "

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