What more did she have to lose? What else could be taken away? Nothing, she reminded herself. Nothing. It was only a few lines. Hija— No, she would not break. She braced herself and started again. Hija— I am here. I have another life. I bought a house. I am not the same. Come see me. Write to me. Call me. Knock on my door. I am ready now for you. We could try again. —Mami
