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My name being written on my birth certificate 

Was one of the most joyous things my mom did.

Unfortunately, 

It lead to red cheeks and

One too many tears.

As a child,

My mom taught me
To speak
Portuguese,
The language of 
My family.
My twin cousins whose
Pink glasses tumble down their
Noses like an Arctic avalanche.
My aunt and uncle
Whose airy bread 

I didn't realize that the car rides with too loud music

That trickled out of the gaps of the windows

Would become so few and far between

I didn't realize that the last minute overnighters