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For a few seconds after my mother said she could not congratulate me for “defying God’s will,” no one moved.

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She began therapy with a counselor not connected to any church. She wrote apology letters to my father, to Andrés, to Abuela, and to me. Cecilia reviewed mine before I read it because boundaries remained boundaries. The letter was not perfect. It still carried traces of the woman who wanted everything resolved too quickly. But it named the harm. It continue reading …

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