My Sister's Boyfriend
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-But it's obvious that this story didn't come to an end at all! "I knew she'd say something like that!" It was taking a while for her to burst into exclamations instead of questions, I concluded. "It's in your face to tell you the truth. Written in bold

letters!

"Of course it is. Wake up! See this ring here? So, I'm Victor's now.

- I'll confess something to you, Malu. I always thought you didn't belong to anyone. Even though you were with Victor, he wasn't the one you belonged to. Frankly, I thought it was his personality and everything. It's in his nature that it can't be Victor's.

I looked at her in amazement. Not knowing what to say. I wanted to laugh at her face, but she looked at me in that way that showed she was right. Drug! My cell phone rang and I hurried to answer it. -Hello?

- Mary of Lourdes! How come you get to town and don't even call your poor mother? I froze, letting out a low curse. I blurted out, dragging:

- Hi, Mom...

-Daughter! I'm so hurt!

"How did you know I arrived?"

Victor told me. He's a sweetie, isn't he? He said he wanted to talk to you, because he swore you were going to stay here at home. Tsc tsc. How can you do that to your poor mother? Staying in a measly hotel? - I'm more comfortable here, Mom. You know there it must be tight.

-Sure. Sure. I'm sorry to you, even though I'm so hurt. - Mothers and their dramas... - When are you going to arrive for dinner?

-Dinner?

- Today is Friday, Mary of Lourdes!

-Oh... Lasagna. "There was always lasagna on Fridays. Something that has never changed. Regardless of Cecilia's fights, divorces, and diets.

-Lasagna? Lasagna? Did I hear lasagna?" said Edith, stirring.

- yes, come on dear. Please, I miss you.

"Me too," I sighed. "But I think it's better not..."

"See you at 7, honey."

-Mother! She hung up. I snorted.

- Shall we eat lasagna? Edith jumped on the bed excitedly.

-That's that.

So the two of us went to get ready. My brain worked quickly, making alternate plans, hoping that Igor wouldn't come to this dinner. On the other hand, I was missing my mom so much. And I wanted to meet Eduardo. Because, by the way, he was my nephew. We ended up being late because Edith took too long to get ready.

"We definitely need a car. - she said, paying for the taxi.

"This is my mother's house. - I murmured, a little nostalgic. Remembering how I made peace with Igor a few years ago, almost a lifetime, just standing in front of the door. I smiled to myself, there was no reason to let myself be put down by Igor or to be attached to a distant attraction, from a life that was left behind. Edith pulled me over and knocked on the door three times. My mom came up smiling and held me in an overwhelming embrace. Without saying anything, he returned the hug, his heart leaping. She let go of me slowly, analyzing me.

"You look so beautiful.

- Mom, you're not going to cry, are you? I smiled at her, and she wiped away her tears quickly. She looked at Edith, curious. "That's Edith, and that's my mom Betty.