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Her mother was beautiful.
Long black hair.
Brown eyes like theirs.
She smiled all the time.
Then Lucia’s little voice trembled.
“Then Mommy stopped smiling. Then Mommy went away.”
Elena let the words come.
She let Lucia speak until the silence inside her finally had a crack to escape through.
The next day, Valentina asked the question no one dared answer.
“Why continue reading …
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