... like the candle that Abuelita promised to keep lit at her altar until we returned To light our way back to Las Margaritas Or now to light your way to Vermont, to a farm owned by a crippled farmer... waiting Waiting for you to return Waiting for the laws to change so I can visit my birthplace in México and be able to come back into the United States again But Papá explained to us how our lives... you went to Mexico to pick them up while I was gone?” No wonder Sara didn't make more of a fuss about coming to Boston with Tyler! “No, son.” His dad shakes his head “We didn't have to go to Mexico