Rigo Bonilla

The Things We Inherit

"I wasn't even that fat. I remember feeling like I was morbidly obese or something. I was so cute. Right?” She flipped the photo around towards me with the motion of turning a car key. A radiant little girl with a bowl cut. She wore a striped tank top. I had already looked through the stack of photos before she got there. The thought of fat or skinny hadn’t crossed my mind. Just the compassion you feel when you see someone as an innocent child, and whose faults you experience on a daily basis as an adult.