Dear Aine, You’re three-and-a-half years old now, which means you’re an expert at asking questions. “Why is the sky blue?” “Why do we walk on the street on Halloween?” “Does Jesus live in our bodies?” That last question is one that I never thought I’d hear.
I never called anyone by their nickname except for my cousin Jose. He was always Pepito to me. Jose never seemed to fit him because it was always too serious of a name for someone who was as silly and fun as he was. Pepito was the name my mom used when she called to tell me the bad news.