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I always loved Ana's family. they accepted me; more so than my own family.
they took me in when i was lost. they treat me like there own, they call me their daughter.
i was worth it in their eyes.

we ate dinner together, someplace near the hotel; only 3 or 4 blocks from the college.
Ana's mama held her hand. she kissed her forhead, 'Mi Fida..' my daughter 
she smiled and held on. she held on so tight.

i excused myself to the bathroom and heaved the dinner i had just eaten.
i sobbed into my sweatshirt and hugged myself tight.