At first the words did not come easy, Angelica was not a talkative girl in these kinds of situations…but the silence of her two listeners helped her to find a rthymn, and began
to speak….

 ”Before my mom got sick i thought she was immortal, like really…like she was never going to die. She was the one who put a check on me, made sure i didn’t get into too
much trouble…even though i fought her for that i secretly liked that someone would stop me from doing stupid things. After she got sick it was like she changed into an entirely different
person, i’d never seen her so weak or frail sometimes bitter…it was horrible i didn’t like it i was selfish and self-absorbed so i didn’t visit or talk to her all that often, it was too hard..and
the personal things i was going through became stronger…she couldn’t help me cuz she couldn’t and mommy couldn’t cuz she was caught up with mom. Before she …..passed on
though i was tired of trying so hard to be distant, she couldn’t come to me so i came to her…and then she died. And i felt ashamed for adding burdens on her because of my selfishness,
sad cuz she was….the only blood parent i’d know….cuz i loved her….it affected my life by….ummm….affected my life in that i want so much for her to be here that the fact she is not
going to come back is blown up, seems bigger….that scares me cuz …i don’t know, just because”

 Bette dabbed at her eyes, how could she be so blind to her own daughter during those dark times? Hector nodded and in his calm voice thanked Angelica……”and now i
want Bette to speak, then our first session will end, i want you both to know that when this session ends the things discussed here ends with it…outside sessions in your everydays lives
you interact like you always do, normally…in this room we deal with things…eventually we will incorporate stuff with your everyday lives until you need me no longer…..now Bette, please
tell your daughter and I how Tina’s passing has affected you, how it affects you now…”   Bette was suprised at how easy her words came, how difficult they were. Bette knew that when
her daughter and her left the therapist’s room things would change…go back to hiding what both really thought. But in this room it felt easy to say things, say what was true..thoughj she
did talk with caution. Angelica would note how Bette would try and fail to connect with her after the session, as if talking but actually trying to connect with Angie without Hector
was impossible. In a way it was.

 ”I loved Tina in way that i didn’t think existed, not even the greatest plays or sonnets could express what i felt when looking at her. So her death, her sudden departure when
i had no chance to say goodbye, not even knowing…..really….really hurt me. Physcial pain is nothing, one can either withstand it or faint. This kind of pain was different, i couldn’t, sometimes
now i can’t escape it and it is stuck there like a thorn or something, i want to forget but come on who am i kidding? One couldn’t just forget the things we shared…and now that she is
gone i feel alone in a way…only the other half of a couple can feel alone if you know what i mean. i even compare the songs birds sing to her’s. It feels like it is all comparing and
contrasting. but im learning to accept that the living, and the dead, cannot know our own deaths. So Tina cannot know, she’s dead…past…and i’ll never know cuz im living, but we…what
i can know is the memory of her, of Tina. Tha’s how she lives on. But with all this talk Hector, with all this…me talking all this stuff….doesn’t change the fact that i would kill someone to
have Tina back, i’ve learned i have the ability to do that, if it could bring back Tina. Out of the blue these weird mood swings hit and all i want to do is be mean or do nothing all day…..i know it is affecting me with Angie, i can’t be fully honest with my feelings to anyone anymore. it hurts too much.
sometimes i get to thinking if i will ever be with someone again, im still young..relatively speaking…and i think about this, i tihnk yes i could be with someone….sexually…but i’ll
never love anyone ever again, that part of me is taken…that part is with the memory of her”

 Hector was tihnking how much love these two people had, they held it in themselves, hiding themselves,  and  trying to contain it . It was his job to coax their abilities out so they could express
that love to each other. He realized that right now, at this point….Bette and Angelica had massive things to work through before commmunication was honest.