I look at pictures of my Tio Chavita and wonder, "What were you like? I wonder if he was funny, smart, or hardworking. I wonder if he was like me or my siblings. I'm unable to bring myself to ask these questions to my mother's family. I don't know if they're able to handle being asked these thoughts of mine. So, I'll keep looking at your pictures for now and hope that one day I can learn the answers.
