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Many
lives,
side
by
side.
Small
things,
again
and
again.
Saturday
Morning.
'Arroz
con
leche.'
Maya
wakes
up.
The
morning
light
comes
through
her
window.
It
paints
a
picture
on
the
wall.
Every
morning,
it
brings
Maya
a
little
bit
of
joy.
She
looks
at
her
phone.
It
is
7:23.
Notifications.
'Arroz
con
leche,'
again.
Every
five
seconds.
Perfection.
She
only
hears
the
first
two
or
three
every
morning.
Her
ear
knows
them
now.
It
does
not
hear
the
rest
of
them.
Maya
sees
the
Arroz
con
leche
woman
every
day.
Maya
says
hi
to
her
every
day.
But
she
never
buys
arroz
con
leche.
Maya
makes
the
bed.
She
hits
the
pillows
hard
on
her
legs.
The
pillows
are
soft
now.
The
sheet
is
flat.
Perfection.
She
walks
to
the
other
side
of
her
small
apartment.
Next
to
the
sink,
there
is
a
cutting
board.
Pieces
of
avocado.
A
wooden
spoon.
A
knife.
Half
a
lime.
Whoops.
She
makes
her
coffee.
She
takes
her
coffee
to
the
window.
She
looks
at
the
street.
The
street
is
busy.
She
sees
the
green
Vento
motorcycle.
The
same
one.
Again.
It
is
too
close
to
her
garage.
Maya
cannot
park
her
car
easily.
The
man
with
the
Vento
does
not
live
here.
He
lives
on
the
other
side
of
the
street.
Just
park
it
on
your
side!
The
same
problem
every
day.
Irritation.
Sometimes
Maya
wants
to
leave
a
note.
But
she
never
does
it.
She
will
probably
never
do
it.
The
irritation
comes.
It
goes.
Deep
breath.
It's
Saturday.
The
light
is
still
on
the
wall.
It
still
paints
a
picture.
Every
minute,
the
picture
is
different.
The
sun
is
higher
now.
A
little
bit
of
joy,
again.
She
drinks
her
coffee.
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