I am Felix & Noelia’s third child, their third son. 

Vietnam separated & complicated the arrival of my brothers.
I was born into a suburban safe house, a happy family.

Briefly, I was the baby. Then came a fourth son; finally, a girl.
Hand-me-downs & shared bedrooms didn’t blunt
what was there all along: Knowing I was loved, I was not alone.

Working with my students today on 100-word memoirs, I leaned (as I often do) on the cherita form. This one was easy : )