My grandmother sat in her favorite armchair, fingers twisting the hem of her sweater. She shook her head gently.
“I’m old,” she said, voice soft. “My health isn’t what it used to be. I don’t know if a trip that far is a good idea.”
My father didn’t back off.
“We’ll be with you,” he said quickly. “We’ll take care of everything. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Mom. You deserve it.”
Aunt Paula nodded, eyes locked on my grandmother’s face like she was trying to will her into agreement.
“Por favor, mamá,” dijo ella. “Ven con nosotros”.