The Irony is That This Cell Phone Has Gone Through Dante's Inferno and Back and Still Looks Better Than You

“You’re humming, Talia,” Sonnie said, coloring the red arch of a rainbow with a crayon called “sunset”.

“What?” She hadn’t really been paying attention. She was too busy trying to get each petal of her flower perfectly symmetrical.

“You’re humming. It’s been the same song for months,” Carly supplied, drawing sunglasses on the sun before her sister could see and protest.

“I was?”

“Yeah, it kinda went like this—” Sonnie hummed a few bars of a familiar song. Natalia perked up immediately, joining in with off-key lyrics.

Voy a reír, voy a bailar
vivir mi vida, la, la, la, la
Voy a reír, voy a gozar
vivir mi vida, la, la, la, la

(I'm gonna laugh, I'm gonna dance
I'm gonna live my life, la, la, la, la
I'm gonna laugh, I'm gonna enjoy
living my life, la, la, la, la)

It was a song her mom kept playing in the house the entire time her leg was broken. She hadn’t paid much attention to the lyrics before because understanding them took effort she wasn’t willing to give.

Now that she was, though, she realized there was a reason her mom had played that song.

It was beautiful.