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Patricia did not stop.
Miguel called that night.
“How was school?”
Mariana smiled, exhausted and happy.
“Hard.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Yeah. Hard things made us.”
She leaned against the kitchen counter.
“Yes,” she said softly. “They did.”
A year after the graduation, Miguel came home for summer break.
He was still her son, but different now. More independent. More continue reading …
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