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... I had been in Quadalajara since early March, and as the year drew to a close, I had a decision to make. I wanted to return to Rhode Island to visit my family. I knew Mom liked the idea that Maria and I were a couple and that Armando completed our little family. Maybe Mom harbored the same wish as Maria that we would marry.
My other option did not include Maria or Armando. I could visit my family taking Alberto along as my attendant. I wasn't sure how long my relationship with Maria would last, but for now marriage was not in my plans. I thought constantly about what would be best, not for me and not for Maria, but for Armando. I was definitely more concerned with the eight-and-a-half-month-old boy than either his mother or myself. I also thought that maybe what would be best for Armando and Maria would be to reunite them both with Maria's daughter Elizabeth. I had only met Elizabeth briefly when Maria's father brought her to Quadalajara looking for his own daughter. ... |
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