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me?”
    Putting down the taco I have yet to have a bite of I clarify, “He is not my brother. I have a brother. His name is Luke. He likes guys who have blond hair because he used to have a crush on Lance Bass growing up. He knits when he’s stressed. And he secretly has a fly fishing obsession because it reminds him of his own father.”
    Annoyed she tries to interrupt. “Maxx—”
    “And a sister. I have a sister. She looks like a pinup model, has a crazy talent with makeup, and thinks no one knows that she swears by her Paula Dean cookbook like it’s the bible. And to top it all off, I have a guy that falls asleep beside me who suffers from nightmares, and I’m the one he reaches out for at night. It’s my name he calls out to hold him. Because I care about him. Because he cares about me. Because we are family .”
    Uncle Mike clears his throat catching my attention. He nods his approval at me and finally I take a bite of my breakfast taco.
    Thank God too. I have barely eaten in like three days and these tacos are nothing to miss! I haven’t had them in months because they’re so far from where I live now. Plus, I’m starving. Between you and me? It’s nice to have my appetite back.
    “That’s not blood.” Her correction is spit with venom like the snake she is.
    “If I have learned anything in my entire life it is that sharing DNA does NOT make you family. Families are there for each other. Families take care of one another. A family member is the one that holds your hand when someone who called herself your mother gets on a fucking plane to start a new life without you! Family is the one that holds you at night when your cry yourself to sleep asking why your own mother didn’t want you. Didn’t love you. We are not family.” She opens her mouth to say something when I prevent her by asking, “And why the sudden change? It’s been 15 years since you left me. How old is your son?”
    “10.”
    “He’s 10?” The shock slams me back against my seat. “So you wasted practically no time after dad died huh? You waited 10 years before telling me about him. Why now? Why fly around the world to drop this bombshell in my life?”
    “He has a right to know, Maxx.”
    “So this is about him?” I push my plate away, hunger pains replaced by something else.
    Not sure if it’s jealousy or anger. Maybe resentment? I’m entitled to feel all those things right now, aren’t I?
    “Nothing really to do with me.”
    “Maxx—”
    “No.” I hold out my hand to shut her up. “It’s okay. I gave up on thinking you gave a shit about me a long time ago. The answer to your question, Mrs. Britt Beamount, is no. I will not meet your husband, and I will not help you destroy the childhood of another poor unsuspecting minor. I don’t know what demons are eating you up inside, but I can tell by the way your Botox induced face is trying to wrinkle, they are something nasty. Whatever your inner struggle is about, leave me the hell out of it. And as for Wilfred…”
    Who names their kid that? That’s just mean!
    “When he gets old enough to catch onto the fact that his parents aren’t picture perfect, and that you had another life before his father, you have my permission to give him my contact information.” Standing up, I eyeball my half-eaten breakfast taco craving more. “I have to go. I’ve got thirty minutes before I’m late for work.”
    “Maxx.” Aunt Caroline offers up her voice for the first time since I came into the kitchen. “There’s a brown paper bag on the counter. Has tacos in it for you to take to work.”
    “And a cupcake.” Uncle Mike winks before Aunt Caroline shakes her head.
    “No es un alimento para el desayuno!” she cries out, tossing a hand in the air.
    “Eh.” He shrugs. “I think cupcakes can be a breakfast food. In my world they are an anytime of the day food.”
    “Loco!”
    “Thank you,” I say to the two of them chuckling away at their playful spat. “I will see you