Dumbfounded. Amazed. Shocked. None of these words expressed exactly how Cesar felt.
"Your mother?"
"It has to be, since you had this photograph since you were a child. Do you know your birth parents' names?"
"Only my father. He was Sebastián Martínez. Why?"
"Cesar. Don't you see? We are connected somehow. Maybe even related," Sandra said, clearly losing her patience.
"I'm sorry. My head hurts just by trying to figure this all out. It's really difficult to process. I've spent my entire life trying to figure out who I was. When I met you," there was a pause. "I thought I was starting to find out."
"You thought? Aren't we in this together?"
"Well yes. Sandra, I'm just confused and overwhelmed. I didn't mean it that way," he stated guilty.
"I totally get it. It's hard for me to think about too. I can't believe this is happening."
"Tell ya what."
"What?" she asked, intrigued.
"Tomorrow when we go to work, we'll take a DNA test."
"Genius."
"It's getting pretty late, how about some dinner?"
"Sounds good," Sandra said with a smile. Cesar grabbed his wallet and keys from the coffee table.
"Wait, we're eating out?"
"Of course," Cesar stated with a grin. "You like burgers?"
. . .
Cesar and Sandra walked together by the local park. They saw kids playing football while others enjoyed the sunset under a tree. They decided to sit on a bench. They looked at each other and they both smiled. Cesar put his arm around her and Sandra let out a deep laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asked with a wide grin.
"The fact that you put your arm around me, and we could be related."
"To he honest I always waned to protect you, from the day you lost your home. I promised myself I wouldn't let anything happen to you. Sandra, I might not know who you are, but you're like my little sister. I love you," Cesar said. He stared into her hazel-green eyes. She blinked away tears.
"I love you too. Thank you for being there for me when I needed you most. I'll never forget your generousity."
"Sandra?"
"Yes?"
"If we are related in some way, I want to live with you. You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose someone as special as you."
"It all depends on the results."
"Of course," Cesar said sadly.
"Thanks for dinner, the burger and milkshake were amazing! I'm not sure if we're realted or not, but all I know is I love spending time with you."
"Same here. We should get going, it's almost dark."
Once they got home, Cesar forced Sandra to sleep in his bedroom, because she felt so bad for him since he slept on the couch. He insisted since he was a gentleman.
"You have to have a good night's rest. Tomorow is a big day," he reminded her as she walked down the long hall with him.
"I know, I know. I'm actually afraid."
"There's nothing to be afraid of."
"Well, I don't want to get my hopes up."
"Don't worry, it'll be fine," he assured her. And with that, Sandra closed the door, leaving him in the hall.
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General FictionA young man longs for anything. A sound. He seems lost and consumed in his work. He wishes to take a break from it all, with a special someone. But who? Perhaps a lover, or even a friend.
