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My son with the Spanish name is exactly like me. It’s striking how handsome and smart he is. How winsome. As if we came from the same parents. As if he were not a diluted version of me. I almost wish I had refused to circumcise him, just so people could tell us apart.

It’s striking how my wife loves each of us practically the same. How she grafted him to her breast. The way she cradles and frets over him. She would do anything for us. Even chew off her own arm if it was caught in a trap and a cheetah slunk through the tall grass to where her husband-baby lay on a blanket enjoying the afternoon. Even if the predator were a spider,

which she usually runs from screaming. I swear she would turn around, risk it all to come back for us. That’s the difference family makes. And why I have no fear of growing old. Of waking one day unable to recognize my own face.