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It took everything in her to lift her face. Her eyes were wet, ringed with tiredness. Lines that I had never really seen now parec\u00edan profund\u00edsimas.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was just helping, mijo,\u201d she whispered. \u201cIt\u2019s nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
She said \u201cnothing\u201d while kneeling on stone, with my children tied to her back, her legs trembling.<\/p>\n
\u201cSince when have you been doing this?\u201d I asked softly.<\/p>\n
She hesitated. Lauren jumped in.<\/p>\n
\u201cI already told you,\u201d Lauren said, her voice taking on that sweet tone that always felt one note too high. \u201cShe can\u2019t sit still. She keeps saying she wants to feel part of the home, part of the family. I just give her something to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI give her something to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Like she was talking about a pet.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes for a second, and in that dark space a list of memories lined up like puzzle pieces I had refused to put together:
\u2013 The untouched prescription bottles on my mother\u2019s nightstand because she \u201cdidn\u2019t want to be a cost.\u201d<\/p>\n