**This short story won the Brooklyn Caribbean Literary Festival  Elizabeth Nunez Award for Writers in the Caribbean  Me and Val standing at the edge of the water, just above where Pagua River mouth open wide wide like it want to…

Most of the time she was someone else’s mother, pushing around someone else’s child. And since the Adkins had hired her the summer before second grade, she was Faye’s mother. Faye was, like many of the Upper West Side kids…