“That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses
'Save them for my funeral,' I'd said.
My mother's face puckered, and she looked ready to cry.
'But Esther, don't you remember what day it is today?'
'No?' I thought it might be Saint Valentine's day.
'It's your birthday.'”
me voy a morir me estoy deprimiendo
— Feb 13, 2026 02:57PM
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