I was sick. I was so sick I could hardly whisper the word coffeee. Mari checked on me for two days, suggested Pedialite and Gatorade, manzanilla (chamomile) tea. My stomach was growling hungry and even a baby wipe smelled like it had the potential to be delicious. But I wasn’t brave.
At 8 PM on the third day, I decided to just pretend I was okay. Mind over matter. I had half a torta. It was the best torta I ever had. It was incredible. And I was fine.
So the next mornining I went to Cafe Arabia and ordered one waf- flay integral with ma- play syrup. They gave me two in the shape of a sharp heart on a strawberry flower. I ate one and brought the other to Mari.
I told my teacher it was the best waffle in the world, and now I am as strong as usual. She corrected me: As strong as an oak (roble). I said we say ox; she thought that was weird and that a tree is stronger than an ox.
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