The air in Waterbury’s modest community center hung heavy with the scent of fresh lilies and flickering vigil candles as Raul and Maria Torres, paternal grandparents of Jacqueline “Mimi” Torres-Garcia, stepped to the podium. It was their second public address in as many days, but this one carried a sharper edge—a raw, unfiltered glimpse into the 11-year-old’s final weeks of innocence. Two weeks before the shadows of abuse fully engulfed her, Mimi had visited their home, her curls bouncing as she chattered about school and sketches. Yet, amid the laughter, she posed questions that now pierce like shards of glass: “Abuelita, why do grown-ups keep secrets?” Maria recounted, her voice breaking during the afternoon press conference. “She said it so casually, over apple slices, but looking back… it was her way of saying something was wrong. We didn’t hear her then. God, why didn’t we hear her?”
The revelation, shared amid chants of “Justice for Little Mimi” from supporters clutching stuffed animals and crayon drawings, has sent ripples through Connecticut’s grieving communities. For the Torreses, who raised Mimi from infancy until a contentious custody battle three years ago, it’s a gut-wrenching echo of the overlooked fridge note unveiled just yesterday—a child’s plea for connection, smudged with pencil lead and dated August 25, 2024. Together, these fragments form a mosaic of a girl perceptive beyond her years, sensing the “secrets” that would soon claim her life. As the state grapples with the arrests of Mimi’s mother, Karla Garcia; her boyfriend, Jonatan Nanita; and her aunt, Jackelyn Garcia, the grandparents’ words amplify demands for accountability, not just from the family, but from a child welfare system that failed to pierce the veil of deception.
Raul Torres, 62, a retired auto mechanic whose toolbox still holds a tiny wrench Mimi once “fixed” his watch with, described the visit in vivid, painful detail. It was mid-August 2024, roughly two weeks before Karla withdrew Mimi from New Britain public schools on August 26, citing a sudden move to Farmington and homeschooling—a maneuver that would later shield the escalating abuse from mandatory reporting. The family had gathered for a rare weekend barbecue at the Torreses’ Waterbury bungalow, a sanctuary of faded family photos and Mimi’s half-finished drawings taped to every surface. “She was her usual spark—running around with her cousins, drawing vet clinics for stray cats,” Raul said, his calloused hands gripping the microphone. “But then, as we sat on the porch, she turned to Maria and me with those big brown eyes. ‘Why do grown-ups keep secrets from kids? Like, if something bad happens, don’t they tell us so we can help?’ We laughed it off, said it was just grown-up stuff like bills and work. Hah. If only we’d asked what she meant.”
Maria, 59, a part-time seamstress who once mended Mimi’s favorite stuffed dog a dozen times over, wiped tears with a tissue embroidered with paw prints. “She wasn’t just curious; she was scared,” she confessed. “Mimi had this way—always observing, piecing things together like her puzzles. She’d seen bruises on her little brother, heard arguments through thin walls. That question… it was her testing the water, seeing if we were safe. And we missed it.” The couple’s anguish is compounded by hindsight: Warrants unsealed last month reveal that by mid-August, Mimi was already enduring “punishments” at home—zip ties around her wrists for “sneaking” food, isolation in the basement corner on absorbent pads, echoes of the fabricated tales of “bad behavior” that Karla and Nanita would later cite to justify starvation.
This wasn’t the first red flag the grandparents overlooked, nor the last. Mimi had lived with them primarily until age 9, after Karla and her ex-husband, Victor Torres—Mimi’s father—sought and won guardianship amid concerns over Karla’s instability. “We were her world,” Raul explained. “DCF even supported it back then, after interviews and home visits.” Yet, when Karla regained full custody in early 2024—a decision DCF claims no involvement in—the visits dwindled. “She’d call sometimes, whispering about ‘quiet time’ in her room,” Maria said. “We pushed for more time, but Karla stonewalled: ‘She’s my daughter, not yours.’ Now we know why—the secrets were piling up.”
The phrase “why grown-ups keep secrets” resonates hauntingly against the case’s darker contours. Forensic psychologists, reviewing the behavioral report that dissected six discrepancies in the suspects’ statements, see it as a child’s intuitive grasp of gaslighting—a tactic abusers use to normalize cruelty. Dr. Elena Vasquez, who contributed to the 37-page analysis, told Grok: “Mimi’s question suggests cognitive dissonance; she was internalizing the lies about her ‘misbehavior’ while sensing the wrongness. Kids that age are sponges for unspoken tension. It’s heartbreaking—her plea was right there, in plain sight.” Vasquez links it to the fridge note: “Both are artifacts of a silenced voice, breadcrumbs leading to the truth the adults buried.”
Public reaction has been swift and visceral. #MimiAsksWhy surged on social media within hours of the statement, with users sharing stories of their own childhood queries ignored amid family strife. “My kid asked the same at 8—turns out Dad was hiding addiction. Listen harder,” one X post read, amassing thousands of likes. Vigils evolved overnight: In New Britain, mourners added puzzle pieces to the Clark Street memorial, each inscribed with a “secret” families vow to shatter. Waterbury’s session featured child psychologists offering free workshops on “spotting the whispers”—teaching parents to decode kids’ indirect cries for help.
The Torreses’ disclosure also reignites scrutiny of the Department of Children and Families (DCF). The agency, which logged over a dozen interactions with the family since Mimi’s infancy, closed cases without in-person checks, relying instead on Karla’s assurances and that infamous January 2025 video call—where Jackelyn, disguised as Mimi, parroted scripted lines about “visiting relatives.” “Homeschooling was the perfect cover,” Raul fumed. “No teachers, no nurses—just secrets. DCF had chances: bruises on her siblings, neighbor complaints of screams in December 2024. Why no door-kick?” DCF’s interim commissioner, Susan Hamilton, responded in a statement: “We are deeply reviewing our protocols, including video verification flaws. Mimi’s story demands transparency.” Governor Ned Lamont echoed the call, nominating Christina Ghio as Child Advocate to spearhead reforms like mandatory biometric welfare checks and AI-driven anomaly detection in homeschool filings.
For the family, justice remains a fragile flame. Mimi’s siblings—her younger brother and sister, now in protective foster care—were shielded from today’s event, but the Torreses shared a drawing they made: a rainbow bridge labeled “To Mimi, No More Secrets.” “They ask about her every night,” Maria said softly. “We tell them she’s drawing with the angels, asking questions they can answer.” The grandparents’ petition to raze the Clark Street site for a memorial park gains traction, with over $200,000 raised via GoFundMe. “Make it a place of questions,” Raul urged. “Benches for talking, walls for notes that get read. Let kids voice their ‘whys’ without fear.”
Great-aunt Yaxi Torres, who first spoke out last month, joined the couple onstage, her voice steady with resolve. “We lost her to those secrets three years ago, when custody flipped,” she said, referencing the “jaw-dropping” moment Karla took Mimi into a home with Nanita. “But her question? It’s our wake-up. No more hiding behind ‘family matters.'” Legal observers predict the statement could bolster the prosecution: Mimi’s precocious insight humanizes the victim, contrasting the suspects’ “coordinated deception” flagged in the behavioral report.
As dusk fell, the crowd lingered, lighting candles that danced like Mimi’s imagined fireflies. Raul and Maria retreated to their porch, the same one from that August visit, now adorned with her drawings fluttering in the breeze. “She was teaching us, even then,” Maria whispered. “About trust, about seeing beyond the smiles. Her ‘why’—it’s ours now. We’ll ask it loud, for every child keeping quiet.”
In the quiet aftermath of breaking statements and buried truths, Mimi’s haunting query endures—not as a specter of what was lost, but as a beacon demanding change. Two weeks before the end, she voiced the unspoken; today, her family amplifies it, ensuring no more secrets snuff out a light like hers.
