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“
Ana
,
honey
.
”
The
voice
is
soft
and
warm
,
full
of
love
and
sweet
memories
of
times
gone
by
.
A
gentle
hand
brushes
my
face
.
My
mom
wakes
me
,
and
I
’
m
wrapped
around
my
laptop
,
hugging
it
to
me
.
“
Ana
,
sweetheart
,
”
she
continues
in
her
soft
,
singsong
voice
while
I
surface
from
sleep
,
blinking
in
the
pale
pink
light
of
dusk
.
“
Hi
,
Mom
.
”
I
stretch
out
and
smile
.
“
We
’
re
going
out
for
dinner
in
thirty
minutes
.
You
still
want
to
come
?
”
she
asks
kindly
.
“
Oh
yes
,
Mom
,
of
course
.
”
I
try
very
hard
but
fail
to
stifle
my
yawn
.
“
Now
that
’
s
an
impressive
piece
of
technology
.
”
She
points
to
my
laptop
.
Oh
,
crap
.
“
Oh
…
this
?
”
I
strive
for
casual
,
surprised
nonchalance
.
