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Isabela, Lucía, and Valeria were jovencitas .

One sweltering Tuesday in February, the three jovencitas climbed to the top of the Ferris wheel’s highest gondola. Below them, the town sprawled like a half-finished quilt: the pink church, the broken dock, the schoolyard where boys still pulled their braids.

Valeria fell apart quietly. She stopped coming to the Ferris wheel. She let her hair grow long and tangled, and she learned to smile a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. jovencitas

But promises made by jovencitas are written in sand, not stone.

Valeria said nothing. She just reached over and took Lucía’s hand, squeezing until her knuckles turned white. Isabela, Lucía, and Valeria were jovencitas

“Promise me,” Isabela whispered, lying on her back and staring at the stars smeared across the sky. “Promise we won’t forget each other.”

“I’m leaving,” Lucía said suddenly, her voice flat. She flicked ash into the wind. “Tomorrow. My aunt in Mendoza said I can stay.” Valeria fell apart quietly

We were there.