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Dear Michele,

I just wanted to say I’m sorry for the way I left your mother’s house the other day. It’s just that I get so frustrated because she won’t talk to me. Well, she’ll tell me what she’s making for dinner or what good grades you’re getting or what new dress she bought, but she will never talk to me about the things that really matter, like peace and what is happening in the world. But then, the other day, well, I just couldn’t believe it.

I knew something was wrong. And not just from when your mother was sick, from way before that. I can see it in her face every time you come to Mami’s, your grandmother’s house.

But what she said? No. It can’t be. It’s not possible. It’s just impossible. But I wanted you to know I’m not angry with you. And I’m not angry with your mother either. I just think it’s best if your mother and I don’t see each other for a little while.

You are almost nine years old. Your whole life is ahead of you. You have nothing to regret. Nothing to wish you could do over. But I want you to know that sometimes things happen that are no one’s fault and no one knows why. Sometimes you love the wrong person, but you can’t help it. Sometimes life is not the way we wish it to be.

Don’t let someone else’s past be your future, Michele. If there is something you ever need to tell me, you can, you know. I love you. I love your mother, too, even though she doesn’t think so right now.

Love,

Titi Dulce