Malu is tired. She asks me to let her go, I ask her to hold on, don’t leave me yet gordita. The doctor told me that there is no more to do, to get ready…. How? That’s not the plan. We go together, remember? You need me every minute with you, I despair every second away from you. I feed you in the mouth, protein in liquid, with a syringe. You don’t like to eat like that. You don’t like this food without taste, without smell… I start to prepare more colorful meals, pasta, Milanesa, pizza, lasagna, mashed potatoes (with lots of butter), chocolates… These bring you happiness. Food always brings you happiness. Seeing you happy makes me happy. Mi gordita don’t go, stay with me.

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