The five babies in the cribs were Black. My husband looked at them once and shouted-NANA

To raise them.

To love them without conditions, even when the world insisted on placing conditions around us at every turn.

Years passed, and the questions did not disappear, but they changed shape as my children grew into themselves.

Daniel became quiet and observant, always noticing what others missed, always watching before speaking.

Samuel was the opposite, loud and fearless, ready to challenge anyone who dared to look at us with judgment in their eyes.
Lucía had a softness that frightened me sometimes, because I knew how easily the world could bruise someone like her.