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“
Honey
,
how
are
you
?
How
was
graduation
?
”
she
enthuses
down
the
phone
.
Her
voice
is
a
soothing
balm
.
“
Sorry
it
’
s
so
late
,
”
I
whisper
.
She
pauses
.
“
Ana
?
What
’
s
wrong
?
”
She
’
s
all
seriousness
now
.
“
Nothing
,
Mom
,
I
just
wanted
to
hear
your
voice
.
”
She
’
s
silent
for
a
moment
.
“
Ana
,
what
is
it
?
Please
tell
me
.
”
Her
voice
is
soft
and
comforting
,
and
I
know
that
she
cares
.
Uninvited
,
my
tears
begin
to
flow
.
I
have
cried
so
often
in
the
last
few
days
.
“
Please
,
Ana
,
”
she
says
,
and
her
anguish
reflects
mine
.
“
Oh
,
Mom
,
it
’
s
a
man
.
”
“
What
’
s
he
done
to
you
?
”
Her
alarm
is
palpable
.
