I turned the volume down as the last notes of one of my favorite songs ended. I heaved a deep sigh. A wave of nostalgia came over me.I took my glasses, steadied them on my nose, grabbed my recipe book, and started searching for the chocolate cake recipe. It was my son’s favorite, and I would definitely bake it for his fifteenth birthday tomorrow.I scanned through the ingredients, adding the ones I needed to my cellphone’s shopping list."Mamá?" My son’s inquiring voice echoed."Hmmm," I answered, deeply concentrated on my task."Can you say that again?" he asked.I turned to him, raising an eyebrow."I didn’t say anything, honey."Confusion was written on his face. Anxiety, fear, and desperation as well."Ok, mamá" he whispered.A sudden feeling of dread came rushing through me, and I couldn’t help but ask."Is someone talking to you?""No, mamá," was his immediate response."You know you can trust me, right?""I know," he whispered again. He took a moment and spoke again."But I do
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