My Uncle Ramon even brought a picture of his dead sister. I was touched by his devotion so I carried the album for him. Then, I was stunned for a while, unable to mumble a word. The same girl I saw last night was in the picture. A butterfly soon perched in my shoulder. I didn't know what to say, but Mexicans believe that dead people return as humming birds or butterflies. Believe me, it frightened the shit out of me!
