by aureleo sans Aedrian/Unsplash We’ve gotta arrive at the DSS office an hour early on the day they give out food stamps or else we will be there all day, and nobody is happy, and everybody is whining including Mamá, who’s saying why did I cross the Caribbean to come to this mentiroso country as she stuffs the girls into jackets like reluctant dolls; they’ve got to come along because you don’t leave babies by themselves, even though we all wish for bed when the light on the