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knew Kabir knew that about him. His big dream of becoming a news anchor in India consumed him. But he had a smile that could melt women. He had eyes that spoke and your ridiculously long lashes. His dreams and his drive made me forget reality. He was different, and I was in love.”
    I let her talk and soak in every word like a sponge. I touch my lashes—the ones like my father’s.
    “Our last meal together, the day before graduation, he made me apple pie and we laughed and cried and in a crazy moment he asked me to marry him.”
    I almost fall off my chair. “No!”
    “But we both knew he didn’t really mean it,” she adds hurriedly. “I couldn’t have left the country anyway. I couldn’t imagine living in a different country, especially one with such a different culture. My life was here. Grandma was recovering from breast cancer. And we were young.” She still has the distant look, as if she’s looking through a window at her past.
    “We were so young,” she repeated, shaking her head. “He was twenty-two. I was twenty-one. We were babies.”
    The floodgate of questions gushes open. “Mom, why has
    he never wanted to see me? Are you in touch with him? Where is he now? Why didn’t he stay to see me?”
    Mom refuses to look at me. She’s almost peeled her nail off. I can see her gulp repeatedly. She looks as guilty as I had when I tried to hide a bad grade.
    “Days after graduation, he returned to India. We never talked about the night he proposed. We talked a few more times after he returned home, but it wasn’t the same. It was stilted, long distance, and awkward. The phone lines echoed back then. He had a new life and a new job and he was so excited. He had moved on…” he trails off.
    “I didn’t realize until later that I was pregnant. I tried to call after I found out. I spoke to Kabir’s father, who didn’t seem pleased to talk to me. I left messages. I waited by the phone. Kabir never called back. Finally, hurt and upset, I moved back to Houston to be close to my parents without giving him a new address or phone number.”
    I don’t say a word. I feel cheated. How could she have given up so easily?
    “Then I wrote him a letter, a very long one. I registered it, so I’d know that he got it. I still have the return receipt from the postal service. I told him about being pregnant…” Even after all these years, Mom’s voice is strained.
    The silence in the room speaks. Writing that letter must have been so hard.
    Then she says softly, “Abby, he didn’t call. He didn’t write back.”
    The hole in my heart is as big as the Texas sky. I’m speechless. I’ve waited to hear this since forever. Had time stopped when Mom said those words? That’s how it feels to me.
    “How could it have worked anyway?” Mom asks the universe. “What would we have done even if he had answered?”
    The world has stopped spinning. I know it did.
    I pick up the plate of pie to give my hands something to do and then I look at it with revulsion.
    “Mom,” I ask. “What are you saying? Are you saying he doesn’t care about me?”
    She looks back at me, the truth in her shimmering eyes. “Abby, wait. There’s more.”
    My father hadn’t cared enough to call back. Holy Schmit! No wonder he had never come to visit me. Not because he was in prison or didn’t have the money to travel. The jigsaw puzzle falls into place.
    “You waited all these years to tell me this. I don’t want to hear more. Really, I don’t.” I run to my room.
    “Abby, wait. I knew you would be hurt. It’s exactly why I waited to tell you. You were, and are , the most precious thing in my life.”
    He didn’t care that I was walking around with his DNA. His dark hair. His ridiculously long lashes.
    And his coconut allergy.

Chapter 5
Two-stepping with anger
    I wake up battered by dreams, but I can’t remember them. This is my first day knowing that my dad didn’t care enough to even contact my mom when she wrote him that she