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When Xiomara decides to brave a threatening storm to attend the reading of her Papi Ramon’s will, she has no idea just what she’s in for. She expects her aunts and uncles (Papi’s surviving children) to be horrible, and for her cousins to gossip. For her, that’s all part of being a member of a large Dominican family. Still, since her mother died, Xiomara feels obligated to represent her part of the family and to spare her own father from dealing with his in-laws. It won’t be for more than a few hours anyway, and then she’ll be free of them.

Arriving at Papi Ramon’s house, she finds her grandfather’s home aide, Naomi, and a handful of the other members of the Abreu family waiting for the arrival of Papi’s lawyer. Tensions only rise as old conflicts resurface, with each other arriving relative bringing plenty of baggage. For Xiomara, memories are fiddly. It seems that there are stories of Papi Ramon’s life as a minister that only she remembers him telling, and no one has any idea why she would have been told that he was an exorcist.

When the lawyer finally arrives, the chaos only grows. The will simply states that one of the people in the room is a demon that Papi made a deal with years ago. The Abreus have twelve hours to destroy the demon or they will all be damned. Almost immediately, the family begins to argue with the lawyer, demanding to see the real will that must have been replaced. There’s no way this can possibly be real. Papi Ramon was a good man, wasn’t he? How could he possibly have made a deal with a demon? There’s no such thing, right?

Xiomara, though. Xiomara sees the paper, and realizes that what the lawyer had read as “Hugs and Kisses” was simply XO. A nod to her childhood nickname. A directive. She knows then that she has to solve this mystery to save herself, and Naomi, and, she supposes, the rest of her aunts, uncles, and cousins. This is the beginning of her quest, but an additional complication is soon added. When the lawyer leaves to go find the “real will” that must have been swapped out, Naomi finds a letter demanding that the Abreus confess to their sins, or they will be revealed to the world.

The storm outside soon matches the energy of the drama inside. While they’re trapped by the raging weather, Xiomara has to navigate her toxic family members as their darkest secrets begin leaking online, and a demon may or may not be stalking them all throughout the rooms of Papi Ramon’s house.

Vincent Tirado has absolutely nailed the dynamics of the Abreu family. You Should Have Been Nicer to My Mom is a tight, thrilling horror novella. I love that they included a piece at the end of the book giving less informed readers (like myself) a nice primer on the conflicts between Dominicans and Haitians that play such a large role in the story. It provided some excellent context for the Abreu family’s feelings toward Naomi and why they felt so entitled to continue to treat her like hired help even after Papi Ramon’s death. All in all, this was a ridiculously enjoyable book to read. The tension is played brilliantly, and Xiomara’s growing desperation and increasingly transparent attempts to get away from her relatives are nearly flawless. My utmost thanks to William Morrow and NetGalley for an eARC in exchange for a fair review.

You Should Have Been Nicer to My Mom hit shelves on Tuesday, 3/10/2026. Go check it out.

I was sad yesterday,
Because a conversation
Turned to you, and I
Could not find the memory.
My mother and my
Oldest sister talked
About watching you play
Cards at the folding
Tables in the church
Basement, and it just
Wasn’t there, and I
Felt as though I had
Done you a disservice.
But in trying to find
A memory that I may
Not have been old
Enough to form, I found
So many more thoughts
Of you, and the love
You showed for your
Grandson. And in those
Other memories of you,
I think I’ve found joy.

What do you do
When someone you love
Tells you that you
Saved their life?

How do you feel
When you realize that
You didn’t know that
They needed help?

Where do you turn
When you believe that
You have reached the
End of everything?

Do you worry that
You might have to
Come to the rescue
One more time?

Or do you simply
Face each new day
With utmost hope for
Those you love?

I go to sleep
Each night with my
Phone on and by
My pillow, close.

So that the ones
I love might sleep
And know that I
Will always answer.