My mom was a nurse in the county hospital when she was young and she must have the contact information of the county hospital in her hand.
"Mom, call the hospital! You must have their number! Get them to send an ambulance!"
She stared at the blood on my shirt, frozen for half a minute. Then, at last, she pulled out her phone.
For the first time that night, I felt a sliver of relief. At least my daughter would be saved.
However, a hand snatched the phone away in a flash from my mother's hand. It was my aunt and at that moment, a chill ran down my spine.
My aunt locked the screen, waved dismissively and scolded my mother, "Sister, it’s not that I'm forbidding you but calling nine-one-one on The Day of the Dead Festival? What kind of nonsense is that?"
Her eyes darted at me and they were glaring at me. My body trembled uncontrollably and my teeth were clattering because of nervousness.
"Besides," she continued, "do you know what today is? Do you know what kind of destiny Mateo has? If an ambulance comes to the house, bringing in all that hospital bad luck, what if it ruins his future?"