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A/N: Again, sorry for the really long delay. Stupid school. I'll finish up at the bottom.

Katey was so confused. Her mother had just been ripped from her life just like a photograph ripped in half. She felt as if a piece of her was going to be buried with her mother as she sat in the graveyard with her father, sister, Javier and their few friend's who had remained in Cuba. Katey didn't know what to do or what to say. How can you describe the feeling of a child out-living their parent? All she could do was hold onto Javier's hand and pray that somehow she would survive.

Suzie, on the other hand, was just so devastated by their mother's death that she hadn't stopped crying since the airport. Suzie leaned her head on her father's shoulder as the priest read from the bible. Katey felt a wave of pity for her. Their mother had always been closer to Suzie than Katey but it was clear now that Jeanine meant so much more to her youngest daughter. Katey looked back at the closed white coffin. What now, she asked herself.

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Javier had gone home after the funeral but he wasn't alone. Katey, Suzie and Mr. Miller had no place to stay so Javier had offered his home to them. As soon as her walked through the door Chabe came running into the room and stopped dead at the sight of so many people.

"Javi, I ¿Qué pasa? ¿Por qué ellos están aquí? ¿Por qué. ..?"

"Chabe," said Javier, "II Ellos permanecerán con nosotros para un poco mientras. Vaya por favor obtiene Madre."

Katey watched as Chabe ran from the room, with her black hair blowing out behind her. Her dad decided to sit down on the couch and Suzie wandered over to Rafael and started to play with the young boy, who was thrilled to have visitors.

Mrs. Suarez came out of the kitchen, drying her hands on dishtowel. She looked at the Miller's then at Javier. She quietly asked Javier to come speak to her in her room. Katey felt Javier let go of her hand and tell her to maker herself comfortable. She felt like she could not hold herself upright any longer so she sat down on the floor. She wasn't paying attention until she felt a small hand poke her in the shoulder.

"Why is your hair that color?"

Katey look at Chabe. The words were spoken with great difficulty and with a heavy accent but they were understandable. The little girl understood a lot and she found it interesting that she wanted to ask about this.

"I don't know, my hair has always been this color. Ever since I was a little girl, just like you."

Chabe just looked up at her and asked her a very simple question that made Katey's heart flutter in her throat.

"If you had a baby, would she have the same color hair?"

A/N: Wootness! Next chapter is finally up! I'm so sorry this took forever, school and life is getting in the way of my writing. Beats of life with stick Anyways, I know this chapter kind of sucks but I promise that the next one will be very interesting. I mean what will Javier's mother say? What about Chabe's comment? So many questions and so many answers to come!

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Translations

I Javi, What's going on? Why are they here? Why...?

II They are going to stay with us for a little while. Please go get Mother.