Thursday, winter 2010.
She could have been doing drugs. She could have been pregnant before finishing high school. She could have been flirting with other girls… She could have been involved in so many situations a mother wishes her children never go through. But none of those little disasters were taking place. What was it then? Just the truth. And it couldn’t have been worse.
I arranged to celebrate the twin boys teenager birthday by the pool. It could have been a cheerful barbecue with Tomas uncoordinated jumping in the pool to much of Maximiliano’s fears. It could have been a lively barbecue with Maximiliano charming the guests with his chitchat. But the relaxing atmosphere I wanted for their party couldn’t have come true thanks to Antonia. She insisted in keeping an ironic look in her face all day long. None of us were really comfortable, except maybe for Leighton. He was so overwhelmed by happiness having finally achieved his main goal of raising all our children to teenagers that he couldn’t see much of what was going on.