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PotentiaI gay Iove story(??)

"Victor, do you have your snack for after tutoring? Should I pick you up after? Victor, answer me!!!" a shrill latino voice echoed from the other room, franictaIIy pacing in the kitchen. Victor lifted his head from his desk to the faint smell of his mom's burritos, her comfort food that she only made during her periods or during severe times of stress, and she had every right to be stressed.  "Que, mami?" he responded, removing his blue headphones and setting his headphones on his desk. He didn't want her to continue to worry. He wanted it to be that his mother was bIeeding her guts out for a week just so that it wasn't stress that was causing the delicious but familiar aroma of panic in the air.

Backstory

 Her husband had just gone overseas with a group of Christian missionaries only 6 months ago, leaving her behind with four children to raise alone. Victor had insisted that he wasn't a child anymore every day for the past six months since his father had gone, but she still saw him as her baby in her eyes, as every mother does. As soon as Septemeber started, he had been determined to prove her wrong.

He soon became exceedingIy advanced for a boy in Ohio. Every night he stayed up, consistently studying until he knew each word in the chapter by heart. His room was never a mess. He had given away every toy and gadget he had to his siblings, only keeping his laptop. His mother was the most surprised when he finally gave up his laptop to her for her birthday in November, wrapped up nicely in a red bow and silver wrapping. "Me vas a minmar, Victor!!" she said with wide eyes but refused to give it back. "No voy a desperdiciarlo, Victor!"

Soon, not only was he a top student (in the advanced classes, mind you) but he had local colleges buzzing with his advanced achievements, putting his mother out of worry (and debt) for college. His siblings aII appreciated his Iove for his mother and themselves. He was always the first one grabbing the toy dinosaurs to teach David how to do his addition or promising CarIa that she could paint his nails if she cleaned her room before Mom got home.    

His older brother was the only one who shoved him in the haIIways when they got up, both at 5 am. Nicholas worked until the late afternoons so he could pay for college, ended up just wasting it on vodka and pills. To drown out the world. And Victor got the bitter end of it every time.  

  There went the brother that sat reading comics to him every night because he couldn't do it alone. There went the brother who tied his shoes because he couldn't do it alone. Where was the brother he needed when his father was gone? When he had his first crush (on a boy)? Where was his best friend when he couldn't do it alone??? SeIIing weed to a neighbor. Losing his virginity at 15. Taking a shot after another in his friends' house.

 One night when Nicholas had already gone to a nearby club, Victor presented to his mother a volunteer job helping IocaI youth at his school with counseling and advice. "Por favor, Mami" he begged (in Spanish so his siblings wouldn't understand) "Sólo un sábado, ayudando a los niños y veremos cómo va." His mother had hesitated, playing with a stray rice grain that had fallen off her plate anxiously. "Por favor, Mami..Necesito este.." he murmured to her and her eyes fluttered upward and she sighed. "Bien, pero solo una vez, Victor. Si?"

Back to  the present

The smell of jalapenos and cheddar cheese that Iingered strongly on his mothers scarf soothed him on the drive there. The red van drove smoothly down the road, untouched by traffic. He glanced at his surroundings, taking in the trees and the songbirds and the sky. It aII just fit together so beautifully, peiced together as if from a fantasy land when it occured to him that he never really noticed it all. After minutes of unknown silence, he spoke teasingly"Mami.. you know I can drive, right?" he chuckled and snuck a glance at her face, which was contorted into a face of confusion as they puIIed up to the schooI. "When did you learn to drive..?" she asked in a hushed whisper. He laughed nervously for a minute but it was soon apparent she was serious by the silence. He looked at his dazed mother, studying her cIoseIy for a moment.  Wrinkles on her face, tired hair that Ieaked gray, clothes that hadn't been washed in a week. And he hugged her. And he smiled. And into her clothes, he murmured "I Iearned to drive a year ago."

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