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My father’s attention shifts to the person and he softly utters, “Carlos…come inside.” He approaches, and I realize it is time for me to get up. For once when I am getting up, my back touches his front. I feel the sparks igniting at the back of my heart.

This feeling I have never felt before and I know it is forbidden for me to even think about it. The way Uncle Carlos looks at me sends shivers down my spine. When he sits on the side of the bed, I am turning to leave but I feel a strong grip at my wrist.

As I turn to see it is Uncle Carlos who is grabbing my hand and I feel nothing but astonishment. He continues to talk to my father…something about business that I don’t seem to understand anything about.

After five minutes of discussion, he says to me, “Get ready. You might be joining us at the company today.” I stay right there, not be able to process and I watch him looking at me. Then he gets on his feet, facing me, he looks down at me.

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