A little girl hugged her father in the eerie coffin. Camila was 8 years old and stood next to the coffin, not moving. They had been at the wake for hours, and she hadn’t left her side for even a second
Grandmother’s living room, usually filled with laughter and the smell of fresh bread, had been transformed into a solemn vigil. The coffin stood at the center, surrounded by flowers that had already begun to…
