That movement told me more than Jimena ever could.
Children do not lean into safety by accident.
“Since what time?” I asked.
“What?”
“Since what time has my nine-year-old been carrying an eighteen-month-old child?”
Jimena folded her arms.
“I don’t know. A while.”
“A while?”
She sighed, already bored with accountability.
“I had a headache. You know I’ve been exhausted. She’s older now, Esteban. She can help. My mother had siblings raising siblings by six.”