Pablito's Daughter (part two)

At funerals I am introduced
as Pablito’s daughter.

My father died a few days
before he would have turned 41.
I have already surpassed his age.

No one ever introduces me as
Dulce Maria.
Ever.

You’d think there are plenty of
Pablitos in Miami and they may
confuse me for someone else's
daughter.

Yet there is no need to say
my last name.

I am introduced as Pablito’s daughter.

I never correct the introducer.

I simply smile and look into the eyes
of the person being introduced
and all of a sudden they recollect
their youth, Cuba before Castro
and my father
Pablito.