29 août 2026

The five babies in the cribs were Black. My husband looked at them once and shouted-NANA

Andrés carried a calm strength, the kind that held everything together when things threatened to fall apart.

Raquel, the youngest, laughed in a way that made even the hardest days feel survivable.

They asked about their father when they were old enough to understand that something was missing from our family.

At first, I gave them simple answers.

That he had left.

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