People I hardly knew but still think about

Two Mexican ladies at the airport, waiting with me for the snow to calm down.

The man standing outside of Walgreens, wishing me a good day.

The frozen yogurt woman who once visited Puebla.

The grandmother I greet every Thursday on Hinman.

The funny boy in my high school, his jokes and compassion.

The man at the metro stop who genuinely believes aliens walk among us.

A guy working at Subway, he always gives us a free cookie with a smile.

The creepy man who followed me for a block asking for my number.

The Mexican lady selling tacos, and her arguments with her coworker.

The real estate agent who showed me my first grown-up apartment.

The kind and artistic girl in performance arts and creative non-fiction class.

My kindergarten teacher, who I discovered to be my cousin once removed.

My latine mentor and her daughter.

The guy who withdrew early decision to take care of his young brother.

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