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For years, I let my in-laws believe I didn’t understand Spanish. I heard every comment about my cooking, my body, and my parenting. I stayed quiet.
Then last Christmas, I heard my mother-in-law whisper, “She still doesn’t know, does she? About the baby.” What they’d done behind my back shook me.
She was speaking Spanish, loud and clear, thinking I wouldn’t understand. “She still doesn’t know, does she?
About the baby.”
My heart stopped.
My father-in-law chuckled. “No! And Luis promised not to tell her.”
I pressed my back against the wall, the monitor slipping in my sweaty palm.
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