The box of negatives

I found a box of old negatives while cleaning a closet.

I almost threw it away because I couldn't tell what was on most of them.

Then I started holding them up to the window.

Mexico. Culebra. Carmen. My parents.

There were photographs I hadn't seen in thirty or forty years.

I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on the floor instead of cleaning the closet.

There was one photograph of Carmen and me covered in mud that I was convinced was from Mar y Sol.

I sent Carmen a picture of it.

She immediately called me and said, "That's not Mar y Sol."

I said, "Of course it is."

She said, "Amalia, look at my hair."

We're still arguing about it.