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“I don’t,” she stutters, “I don’t think I like this.”
“You don’t have to like it, Mom.”
“Ababy.”
I wait while she processes. My dad still can’t recover.
She’s shaking her head. “I want to think about this.”
“You’ll have a new person to love, Mom.”
Finally, she asks, “Can we know who the father is?”
“Yeah.” I pull out my phone and open my Instagram account. I notice that Tavo has posted a ton of photos. I’ll need to look at them. But for now I showthem his profile picture. “Tavo de la Guerra. The love of my life.”
