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October 3

Cindy and I went to the mall today after school. Sebastian couldn’t go because he went on a date with Pedro, the cute Bolivian boy from his Spanish class. I am both happy and worried about that situation. What if they hold hands and people harass them? What if they get beat up? Why do I have to worry about these things just because they’re two boys? I hope they’re careful. Not that I’m a date expert, but I have been on a couple. My first date was to the skating rink with a guy named José. (An incident I wish to forget.) Ugh. I hate José. In any case, I hope their date went okay.

Well, anyway Cindy and I went to the mall to pick out some matching shirts to take pictures in. It was a little awkward. I guess I didn’t realize how much weight Cindy’d gained. I see her everyday so I hadn’t noticed the sudden addition of a little pouch. She’s almost four months pregnant.

Wow.

Four months pregnant—in her second trimester. That’s something I always hear older women say. The words sound too grown up to belong to us. But they do now. I tried to make her laugh because I don’t want her to feel sad. I know it’s rough at home with her mom. She told us that her dad won’t even speak to her yet and that her grandmother told her that maybe it was time to quit school, that she shouldn’t pretend to be a good school girl anymore because—obviously—she isn’t. Her grandma and my grandma should be friends. They seem to think alike.

Cindy is my kindred spirit. She laughs when I say that. How I love that girl. She never judges me. Or tries to change me. Nope. She loves me just the way I am. Peas in a pod (uña y mugre, my mom says). We laugh and cry together. Have each other’s back through good times and bad times—best friends for life.

And now there’s a picture we took at the mall this afternoon to prove it.