“I asked her what she meant por a time like that. That’s when she started to put the pieces of the puzzle together. That’s when she asked me about my mother and I had no idea that we had the same one. Annie was the one that started to figure everything out. While she was talking about a picture of her father that had been ripped down the middle, I knew that I had a picture of my mother which had been ripped down the middle. The picture of my mother that I had in my el maletero, tronco was the one that my father had once hidden in his calcetín drawer and I kept looking at it until...
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