Angelita appears surprised to see me.  She appears scared ...but then she smiles, "Hi, Ruth!"  I am rather hesitant also, "Hi, Angelita ...how are you?"  She doesn't answer, but I am beyond my hesitance, "How is your baby brother?"  Angelita seems to frown a bit.  I hope everything is all right ...that I haven't said something untimely.  Then Angelita's soft dark eyes look into mine, as if searching for understanding and love, "That's not my brother ...it's my son."