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MIGUEL HERNANDEZ
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at my phone. I try Angelica's number again-for the fiftieth time today, maybe
an doing to me,
ng, from the noise, the expectations, and especially from Jessica. But most of a
turn on your phone, I say aloud, n
gain ? my mother's voi
in my chest as I whi
ca, my boy, she adds, walking closer
with concern. She stands there, arms cros
? she asks, her brow arched
and raise my e
e and my two sisters with nothing but love and high expectations. My sisters are both studying
are you doing ? I say, t
ed you a question. Answer me,
g on your beloved Jes
een complaining a lot lately... abo
ease ! I cut her off sharply, m
t she come to me with our problems like an adult ? Why d
ike that ? my mother as
rough my hair and
! Every time something goes wrong, she runs straight to you. I'm tir
me that lately, you haven't been spending any time with
stop by to see you guys. Now, I've said hi. It's time for me
eethear
alk out of the room. I'll see Dad next time. Right now
ing, I need to
lica
en sold, and your gallery keeps gaining popularity eve
s. Not the public. Not even Miguel. I set it up quietly and hired a manager to run
that success,
or both our sakes. He already has a girlfriend, and I didn't want to come betwe
glowing with joy. Now you're back to being silent and
on who used to make me smile, I adm
to you ? Did he hurt you ? she asks, sitti
eady has someone. It didn't feel ri
picks up my phone, which
this thing on ? she asks, already press
s better if I stay away from re
rts scrolling through
o's been blowing up your Facebook. Tons of messages,
s. My heart pounds as I read through message after message. He
y phone onto the bed an
, honey ? my mot
a girlfriend, and if I keep talking to him, I'll just keep hu
ey. I'm sure the right man will come along. Someone who's meant for you, someone who will
starts ringing again. The sound s
nce down. My heart skips a
gu
in my chest. I can't
eps ringing, ove
? my mother
ching the p
erate to talk to you. At least list
ess the green button and slo
? I w
you. And a no... is not acceptable, Miguel s
. My heart is a thunderstorm i
ven c