anniversary, Marcos took me back to the botanical garden where he proposed. The trees were red again. We sat on the same bench. ” he asked. ” “Obviously not. ” I laughed. ” “Nothing. ” I leaned against him.
After a while, I pulled out my phone
After a while, I pulled out my phone. Grandma Elena’s recording was still saved there. I played it. Her voice came through the tiny speaker. I wish I could tell your mother to sit down and let you shine. Marcos smiled. You have always been the builder. His
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