“No…”

“You are sad. That’s why you’re crying.” He stroked my hair tenderly.

“Oh, little bunny, I love you so much!”

“I love you too, Mommy. I love you because you make the best cakes and empanadas in the whole world.”

I smiled.

“And I love you because you have the most beautiful smile.”

“You can’t be sad. Not now, when we have this big, cool house.”

“But…”

“And we have Uncle Aster…”

Yes, apparently he really was “uncle.” I still wasn’t sure ...