My name is Hector Luis Ramón. I am visible. I exist. I repeat these truths to myself, over and over, every day. Because to some, this is not true.
Today I go to the Neptune Hotel, where my cousin Marco works, to wait for his shift to end. That’s how it is: he has a job at the Hotel and I do not—he works and I wait. I wait at the far edge of the stretch of beach which the Hotel owns, just inside the line so the Security from the Hotel on the other side doesn’t bother me.