The comforts of violence in 'Papo & Yo'
In the vulnerable curve of Quico's bare back, I recognize my own need to save my mother. I remember a night that she came home drunk, weak, laughing, but obviously lost in time, watching the world swirl, not sure of who she was or why. I feared her ability to hurt me. And yet, every time she needed me, I still tried to be there. My tiny hands always reached for her.