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GABRIELA
This was getting old.
I was awakened, yet again, by the sound of my dad arguing with my husband in the hallway outside my hospital room.
“You didn’t seriously…?” even with his back to me, I could visualize the sneer on my handsome husband’s face while he spoke to my father. And that was unusual for him, he’d shown nothing but respect for my father up to now.
In accordance with our family tradition: respect your elders.
“Sí, señor.” Muttered my father.
“You just…” My husband sounded dumbfounded which made me want to pry. I needed to know what they were talking about.
“Yup.” Bit out my papá.
“Does that mean…?”
“Probably, yes. It’s because of me she’s in here and it’ll kill me if she doesn’t make a full recovery.”
“Lucky for you, she’ll be fine. That’s the only thing ke
