She bounced her feet, doing a silly jig while she waited for her father to pick up the call. The phone was pressed to her ear as she paced her apartment, reading the letter over and over again.“Yes, Anateya?” A warm voice answered.“I got in papi! I got into Columbia!” She squealed, clutching the letter like a lifeline, “They said my application was one of the most impressive they have seen this year.” Her Italian accent thickened as her excitement grew. “Oh, I can’t wait!” She was one step closer to that MBA and joining her papi’s company.A chuckle sounded on the other end, “Take a deep breath, Ana. You know how you can get... I’m so proud of you. Your mama must be smiling down at you from heaven.”Anateya’s throat burned at the memory of her mom, taken too soon from them. When they found out, it was too late for chemo and only had time to say goodbye. “I miss her so much, papi. I wish she could be here to see this.” Anateya sat on the edge of her bed, looking out through the flo