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"That's okay, I hope you can make it this year though." Aunt Lydia threw some tomatoes, olives and salsa in the pan and poured the pineapple juice before putting the lid on it.

"Mommy." I felt someone tugging on the bottom of my shirt. I looked down and saw my little rayo de sol.

"Yes, mi amor." I cooed as I picked him up.

I put him on the kitchen counter and watched what he was taking out of his pocket. It was his school report. I opened it and a smile crept on my face. "These are really good grades amor."

"Yes mommy, can we go get ice cream after dinner?" he asked sweetly. Oh god, it's so hard to say no to his sweet voice.

I laughed softly and kissed him on his nose. "Well, it's too late to get ice cream now. What about tomorrow?"

He nodded eagerly. "Yes, muchas gracias."

I was so happy he was learning spanish. Milan was enrolled in a private school where they teach in english. It was quite expensive, but I want to give him the best of the best, because he deserves it. At ho