I want to be La Llorona for Halloween, I told my grandmother after watching a Mexican movie.
Sacrilege, Abuela said, she is a murderess!
At eight, I was used to my grandmother's threats when I misbehaved: La Llorona will take you away.
The myth of La Llorona conjures up strange effects on Latinos. Most children scream after hearing her name. Many women cross themselves, saying "Ave Purisima," after mentioning her name. And yet, some women—like my grandmother—smile after summoning La Llorona. The Weeping Woman did not scare me; instead, she fascinated me. I suspected that La Llorona had a secret. Perhaps, if I dressed like her I could uncover her mystery.