They made us sleep on the floor with my children… Three days later, my mother called me 98 times begging for forgiveness.

property tax.

Finally, I opened the scheduled transfer of eighteen thousand dollars meant to rescue Vanessa’s boutique in Polanco.

My finger hovered over the cancel button.

I wasn’t hesitating because of them.

I was hesitating because of the version of me who had believed that if I gave enough, they might finally love me properly.

Then Mateo woke up.

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