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Mommy.

Okay, Lupe, now we go to the kitchen.

Go join me.

It's time to finally teach you all of my family recipes.

Mommy, the bouquet list.

You know this is a legally binding document, right?

So now you're going to law school too?

Come on, you have so much time now that Leslie is teaching Elena how to drive.

Mommy, I don't even have time to tell you that I don't have time.

Rita, I have two great legacies.

My family's recipes and a neckline that almost capsize a carnival cruise.

Just write the recipes down,

then we can have them forever.

I cannot do that.

My sister, Mirta, will break in.

She will steal the recipes.

She will rappel out the window.

And tiki-taki, she will be on a food network winning the chot.

Mommy, you know I love you, but

I cannot do this right now.

I promise you one day we will and we will have a great time together, okay?

Okay, I'm sure I will live forever.

I will simply write a list,

a list of disappointments.

Okay, seatbelts are buckled,

you've adjusted the mirrors.

Now, I want you to peek at yourself in the rear view and say, hot cakes,

am I a winner?

See, right now my mom would

definitely be yelling at me.

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