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“We had a fight. We had a fight and I made a mistake. Look, baby, you’re just a child, but I need you to forgive your dad and me.”

“For what?”

“Romina, I never told your father about you. That’s why he wasn’t here.” What kind of mother tells her six-year-old child those kinds of things, you ask? One who wants her daughter to grow up knowing the truth. The whole truth. “Can you forgive me?”

“Yes, Mama, of course I forgive you. I love you.” She was squeezing my heart in her little hands. “Why didn’t you tell him?”

“Baby, it’s complicated. When you meet him, I want you to remember that he would have loved you if he had known. It’s my fault that he wasn’t here.”

Romina put her palm on my cheek and smiled, like I hadn’t just confessed my darkest sins to her.

“It’s ok, Mama. Now everything will be fine. All three of us: we’ll be together and go to Disneyland.”

“Yes.”

I hugged her tight and she cuddled into my chest. After another minute, she was yawning and falling into a deep sleep, but I couldn’t. I just sat there, inhaling her scent, memorizing the lines of her small face and her beautiful features, imagining how beautiful she would be when she was older. I visualized her going to prom, going to her graduation, in a white dress walking down the aisle. So many beautiful moments. I was confident she’d live happily through all of them. All I wanted for my little baby girl was to be happy and never feel the way I was feeling right now…

…Because right now, it was like someone was ripping a part of me out very slowly and the pain was atrocious.

Only a few more hours, I reminded myself. I had to be strong for a few more hours before I could melt down and drown in my own tears.

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