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The girls, did you tell them?
No, I haven't had a chance to yet.
And are you sure?
Yeah.
I think we are going to stay.
What could I say?
Should I start from the beginning?
Explain what it's like to routinely miss?
SO YOU DON'T FORGET OUR RHYTHMS, MY AMERICAN GIRL.
Or confess that...
unlike what most people expect from me...
I'll probably end up here.
At any old community college.
But did you tell them that you're the-- what's it again?
That.
Did you tell them that?
They know.
What happened?
-Nothing. -So then?
I'll have to go try again.
Hey...
Remember...
"There is a cure to everything in this life except death."
Although from the looks of it, not even.
No grades, awards, or merits will suffice.
Maybe it'd be best to just entertain my sister's latest stupid idea.
And... 53!
Told ya.
Didn't I say it?
Big things.
Brazil's win in the 1994 World Cup.
The Pittsburgh Pirates World Series win in 1979.
The death of the Crocodile Hunter a couple of years ago.
The release of the iPhone.
I could go on.
I'm telling ya...
Thank you, Maggy!
Oh, you'll know how to repay me!
I will!
Thanks for the lunch box leftovers!
Mom!
We're gonna win the lottery.
Leave it, María Cecilia!
Cut it out, María Cecilia.
Whe-when did she say we were going to win?
You, too?
Your grandma can lend a hand from up there.
Stop it, the two of you!
What was it that happened with the Lorenzo's, Pa?
It seems that el Mocho called off the move to Colombia.
Getting his car robbed was the worst thing that could've happened right now.
Well, not the worst.
The worst would have been if they had gotten killed.
It's a real shame that we have to take comfort
that at least people aren't getting killed.
Thank God we got outta there. Right on time.
Should I get into the obligatory maneuvers?
Of course not.
In theory, yeah, but--
What would you know anything about anything, lice?
Go. 'Cause uneducated people really don't go anywhere.
You see why we need to win?
Don't think anyone's ready for this kind of true American folktale.
I might be better off telling a plain, simple story
about the only one responsible for my not being a complete hermit all these years.
My confidante.
The one unafraid to put her foot in her mouth.
The one who always says what everyone else wishes they'd have the guts to.
What could it be?
An inveterate love letter to our culture?
A tribute to all those tiny, little triumphs
that fool you into thinking your dreams just might be around the corner?
Although I'd rather not beat around the bush.
Just tell my truths plain as they are.
If only I'd dare to.
How about a typical but still rightfully deserved homage to my mom's perseverance?
Or an explanation...
that I just want to go back for a moment.
Revisit the corners of my childhood,
recolor the fading images,
to know that my identity is not fictional,
that it exists,
that I belong...
somewhere.
-Happy birthday! -Thank you!
Or a joke?
To alleviate the drama?
Nah. Not my style.
It'd come out awful.
How about an illustration of all of my dad's endless,
unfinished plans...
It was such a lovely house.
They didn't even give me half the worth
and then demolished the whole thing.
Like nothing ever happened.
Shame. And now you just be safe.
We can't afford for something to happen to you now.
Don't worry.
And stop feeding the girls lies, please. You know you're never coming here.
Okay.
Your visa was denied, right?
There might be an option through Colombia. They take you to Mexico and there you cr--
I don't like the sound of that.
Uh... here's the birthday girl.
Here she is. Your dad.
Daddy. Blessing?
My girl, happy birthday! God bless you.
How are you, Pa?
Good, good, my dear.
Are you home?
Yes, my girl.
Doesn't it feel too lonely at nights?
Since the day you all left.
When will you come, Pa?
I'm working on it, I've got things to solve.
But every day, we're closer!
Hey, can you hear what I'm playing for you?
No, what?
Wait. Hold on.
I want to lose it among the people Going through loneliness
To let it run free A spring from the heart
I'd let it run free A spring from the heart
-May you fly free always, my love! -...breaks my voice
Shedding tears with you, moon
To let it run free A spring from the heart
I'd let it run free A spring from the heart
Starting the song breaks my voice
What's up?
I pray God that you pass
-A happy birthday -The night with the diapers
I gave you that I bought
Happy birthday
We wish you
A happy birthday, María Cecilia
Happy birthday
And me, too!
Wait a minute, hold on.
My Uncle Jacinto gave this to me when I started out.
And now it's for my future engineer.
THE BEST BRIDGES IN HUMAN ENGINEERING
Thank you, Grandpa!
Okay, come on now!
So impatient!
On what side of fortune will you be tonight?
The first number tonight is...
the number...
twelve.
The number...
Well, what can I do, Gaby? Your head is full!
And they said there'd be no lice in the first world!
Thank you.
Or how about a list of curiosities?
My obsession with bridges.
The way they connect the dots,
provide a platform for you to literally get over things.
Any old hopeful message would perform better.
Something predictable, not too revealing,
that checks off all the little boxes of assumptions
everyone has about me.
Best not to go too personal or into my day to day...
the bittersweetness of this experience,
the constant allure to do away with reason
and wake up every morning expecting a miracle.
Yes.
A little magic wand that could swiftly and suddenly...
solve it all.
How about a catalogue of useless comparisons?
Don't do it for me, do it for you. And for your girls.
And for your nephew that's on the way.
-What?! -I'm going to have a little gringo!
-Oh. Blessings! -Thank you.
Oh, we'll wait with open arms, little American bean.
See? Mine wasn't so bad.
Not all of them are a piece of shit, after all.
Oh, and here-- for your help.
No way, forget it. Bye, friend!
Bye, Agu.
Thank you!
Let's go! For the culture!
You know I don't have a...
Or a logbook of all my mom's gringo ex-husband's inconsistencies?
You all keep saying no, we're not Cuba,
but then you start getting the same thing handed to you every time.
Here we go.
A poem for trauma?
A campaign for the advancement of teleportation!
Hi, sweetheart.
Hi, Daddy. Blessing!
God bless you, my darling! Here I am, just getting to Pochito's wedding.
Really? Already? How nice.
Yes, as always, everyone wishing you were all here.
I know. We wish we could, too.
Well, I'll send some pictures later if I can.
All right, Daddy. Tell Mariu's girls that although they don't know me,
their Auntie Ceci loves them.
Okay, honey, I'll tell them.
And Daddy, are there security guards there?
Yes, my girl. Don't worry.
Well, here's Gaby.
I love you.
And how is my princess doing?
Or an insistence...
that this is also home.
That this blend of Caribbean sounds and flavors...
these messy, enchanting streets...
this sky painted pastel and this breeze that tastes of the sea are also mine.
Ours.
'Cause this love, this longing, is a collective one,
bold and stubborn,
determined to be requited.
Ma, there are 42 more chances for us to win this year!
That's great, honey.
And how was your project? You turned it in?
No, it's for Monday. But it's great! Ceci helped me out.
What happened?
Nothing.
It is a fool's longing...
that persists and persists...
thrusting itself to a system that's got no order.
A longing that knows how to take sour bites.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, honey. Everything okay?
Yeah. I got backed up and couldn't call earlier.
Wanted to call now before it got later.
Oh, okay.
Are you home?
-Yes, my girl. -But what's all that noise?
Well, I'm just getting here.
It's dark out already.
Don't worry. I just got here.
-You sure? -Yes, my girl.
All right.
Dad?
Yes, honey?
Don't do anything risky just to come see us.
Okay, my love.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Talk to you tomorrow.
A longing that gets infatuated.
Start picking out what you'll wear!
That keeps overprotective secrets.
-Hey, I think you dropped this yesterday. -Dad.
What does it say, Violi?
Shh, lower your voice, I don't want the girls to find out and worry.
-What does it say? -Same as before. Denied.
Okay, well, not to be a broken record, but...
"There is a cure to everything in this life except death."
But it's so hard to believe it sometimes.
Grandpa, hurry, let's go!
Only if you gift me a trip to Europe when you win.
-Two if you want! -Then let's run.
And endures the sun.
A longing that on the surface could seem cowardly.
Where there was once fire, ashes remain.
But has actually got a good pair of ovaries.
Hey, you going out?
Anyone ever tell you to be careful what you go around saying?
What happened?
A man manifested.
Tell me everything.
An old, rotten gringo.
How old?
What?!
Says we should re-marry but this time to help me out.
You sent him straight to hell, right?
What? No, my friend.
That wasn't the idea.
Did you forget what he did?
He almost cost you your whole life here.
I don't have a lot of options.
Oh, my friend, but--
Better the devil you know...
Well, it sounds like you've already made up your mind.
So I'm not even gonna show you what I came here to show you.
-Don't wanna add more pressure to the pot. -Cut it out. Let me see that.
No one can make sense of that mess in Venezuela.
I don't think this is a good idea.
I'm going to see what he wants to offer.
-Be very careful, please. -I'll call you later.
Please. And good luck!
And although it's packed with micro-anguishes and paranoias...
it stays ready to fight through them.
'Cause it's a longing that doesn't tire quick.
It insists finding on the loophole.
Abu, do you think it's bad luck to wear the same dress for the drawing today?
I don't think so, my girl.
What's meant for you will be yours even if you wear the same dress,
and whatever's not won't be even if you change it.
And it clings to days like these...
wrapped up in the magic of this place and a commonplace adolescence.
It's a good longing.
Hi, sir!
Everything good, and you?
Oh, I see that!
These Miami sunsets almost make everything worth it.
Ma, where's Ceci? It's about to start!
I don't know, honey, she said she'd be out for a bit.
-But she knows she has to be here! -It's all right, don't worry.
-Abu, hurry! -Coming, coming...
Ah, I wouldn't miss this.
-Hey, fam-- -Shh!
Hey! There are still many chances left.
He who loses his patience, loses the battle!
This is what you get for indulging her.
Thank you for everything.
Thank you.
I've diverted.
After all, turns out it would be best if I just tell it like it is.
I can't.
I refuse to.
Throw it here.
Twenty-eight, boom! Give me my 50 cents!
Cheater, I'm only giving you 25 cents...
-What happened? -Nothing. It's nothing.
Let's use tomorrow's graduation dresses for the drawing tonight, okay?
Gaby, honestly, that's the last thing I want to talk about right now.
Gee, what a bad temper.
-When we win, don't come to me with-- -Stop it already, Gaby. Enough!
She never wants to talk about anything. Everything's a mystery.
Seriously, Gaby. Back off. Don't make me say things I'll regret.
-It would be a miracle if you did. -Shut up already!
I suppose I could concede that stupidities can also be painful.
That even if you're well versed in probabilities...
deep down, you still give them a chance.
-You ready, my girl? -Almost, Dad.
It seems like just yesterday, right?
And today, our girl graduates.
How long ago?
Ten years. Well, you, eight.
Wow.
It can be said so easily, right?
Yes. Yes, my dear. It sounds so easy.
My future engineer, yes, sir!
Prouder than ever and wishing I was right there with you my girl,
I am sending you my blessing!
Daddy! Amen! Thank you.
How's everyone doing?
Fine.
Happy, right? Your mom must be bursting.
Yes, yes. Of course.
Are you nervous?
A little. Yeah.
No way, you shouldn't be, you are brilliant. Taking right after me.
Dad...
is it true our house no longer exists?
Slipped from Mom last night.
Well, uh...
Well, I've gotta...
I have to go. I have to finish getting ready.
Okay, my love, I'll call you later.
Give your mom my congratulations. She has done such a fine job.
We did something right.
-I love you. -I love you, too.
What'd you decide?
That I will.
But no.
After searching for the words to this speech...
all the dreaming and digging...
after all the restless nights wanting to run away
without a destination and without looking back...
after all the replays of the beginning...
Yes.
I think we are going to stay.
And all the many questions...
And everything I've done, for what?
Constantly living in hiding, constantly worrying,
thinking everything could end at any given moment.
And what for?
Listen to me well.
Fears have to be grasped by the neck.
I resolve to tell just one thing.
The option I've been evading,
the one I've cowered before,
it's the only one that wraps me up and could promise any gust of freedom.
I finally return the embrace and settle on it.
My truth.
I am undocumented.