Give Up On Me
“An incessant banging of spoon to table followed this outburst, and Janae glanced over her shoulder at her daughter.
“Nerea, stop yelling. Mommie will have your breakfast ready in just a minute.”
While Janae set out the magdelenas, Maria, the maid, brought in the basket of fresh fruit she had gathered from the orchard.
“Quieres leche caliente?” Maria said.
“Si,” Janae answered. “Just a little milk. Un poco. I want her to eat her food.”
“Si!” Nerea shouted, and Janae rolled her eyes. Ever since her daughter had discovered her voice, she decided she needed to exercise her vocal cords at their highest level.
“Bebé,” the maid coaxed, “You want magdelena o pollo?”
Janae glared at the woman. “Don’t offer her that when she hasn’t eaten her eggs or fruit yet. Having you spoil her isn’t helping.”
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