My Aunt Leonor was the baby of the family. She was my father’s dance partner. Whenever there was a dance, people would come and find my father and say, “Bring your sister, everyone wants to see the two of you dance.” My grandfather was not pleased and would tell them, “What are you, monkeys performing for the crowd?” But that never stopped them. She married a cop, my Uncle Oscar. Who knows if my great grandfather, a cop, or my grandfather, a cop, or my dad, who had worked for the cops, had anything to do with it, but the pictures suggest that they were happy? After the revolution, my uncle had been jailed for failing to arrest my father. After my father left, they lived in Cuba until my father could get them out. When they applied for visas, my uncle was punished by being forced to work in the sugarcane fields for a year. The Cubans called anyone who left “gusanos,” worms and they were persecuted until the day they boarded the plane for the United States. Once they got to New York my father set them up in a building where he was the super and then eventually in subsidized NYCHA housing in Hell’s Kitchen. This must have been her in her bedroom. It was there that I met her in my late twenties. Until that time I didn’t even know that she, my uncle, and my cousins existed. My father had kept us apart for the first half of my life. We lived in Miami and everyone else lived in New York. I guess my stepmother and half-brother, who my father lived with in New York, couldn’t handle the competition. From the minute I met my aunt I felt the love she was capable of. Of all of them, she is the one that looks the most like my father’s Chinese side of the family. She always reminded me of my grandmother. I don’t think she had a mean bone in her body. My father had the monopoly on that. When she died my father spoke. He cried. It was probably the only time I ever saw him do that in public. He thanked my uncle for taking care of her for all of those years. My uncle died a few years later. I wonder when the last time was my aunt and father had had a chance to dance. Maybe my first wedding. I’m sure they put on a show.