He threw her out onto the street while she was pregnant, believing she had been unfaithful. Ten years later, at a red light…

store, stood four little girls.

Not one. Not two.

Four.

They looked about nine years old. Their clothes were clearly worn, some too large, others carefully patched. Sitting on plastic crates, they were selling chewing gum and small bundles of fading flowers.

But it wasn’t their poverty that made Mauricio jolt upright.

It was their faces.

They were identical.continue reading …