Almudena didn’t ask for it, she doesn’t want it, but she’s getting it anyway: Her mom is flying off and leaving her with a strange man in a strange city.
Yeah, I know. Sounds sketchy, doesn’t it? But somehow her mom has rationalized the whole situation away.
You see, Mom has raised Almudena as a single parent for, like, 14 years now. And she has one last chance to try to become the professional dancer that she always wanted to be. So, why not ship her daughter off to meet the father she’s never known? Ugh!
Not only that, but the man (Xavier) can’t even speak English. Oh, and not only that, but this guy expects Almudena to spend her entire summer break renovating an old Brownstone into an apartment building. Double ugh!
After Mom jets off, they have to turn to “Dad’s” girlfriend, Idola, to translate his Spanish into something that Almudena can almost understand. Yeah, looks like she’ll be sleeping on the floor, working manual labor and having to rely on powdered mini-doughnuts—from the “White People” aisle in the local Bodega—as her only means of sustenance.
What did she do to deserve this?!
However, once Almudena dials her attitude back from fuming to merely irked, she starts to notice some things that she didn’t see when she first got here.
Xavier is a relatively nice guy for one thing. And he’s trying to connect with her. She also soon learns that her heritage is not Mexican as she thought, but Guatemalan. And believe it or not, there’s quite a bit of difference.
Before you know it, Almudena is also picking up some Spanish. Gradually, she realizes that she has some skill at tearing down plaster and putting in wood floors. And she’s meeting people in the community whom she kinda likes.
This may not have been the summer break she would have chosen. I mean, even a cloudy day at the beach beats being covered in plaster dust and spilled paint. But there’s something about these people and this place that’s growing on her.
She may even get a chance to, at some point, to find out why Xavier never showed up or why Almudena’s mom never said a thing about him? Or how about just a simple answer to … why?
That’s probably the most important word she can’t figure out how to say.