Zoe’s mother replied:

“Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll leave you two alone now. But, Zoe… my love… eating is also taking care of yourself. And I know you have that strength somewhere inside you.”

She stroked her daughter’s face and, before leaving, kissed Celina’s forehead.

“Take care of her, mama-to-be. And take care of yourself too.”

When the door closed, Celina walked over with the bowl of soup in her hands. She sat at the edge of the bed and touched Zoe’s shoulder.

“Amiga… look at me.”

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