
On another ride that same day, a vendor boarded the bus, recited poetry and Bible verses, and then gave banana bread to all the mothers. Out of respect for the real madres, I declined his offering, prompting laughter from the people around me. In a refrain I have heard too many times here, people remarked, “But she’s so OLD! How is she not a mother?”
Hey, don’t rush me!
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