that call my entire life.
I grew up in Villaverde, a small Texas town where the houses along our street were mostly white stucco with carefully edged lawns, where people knew which truck belonged in which driveway and whose children had come home from college before they knew those children’s majors.Family
Vanessa was the impressive daughter.
Everyone agreed.
She was captain of the debate team in high school. She played piano well enough that my parents attended every recital with a camera and a bouquet. She spoke clearly, dressed
