When I saw my eight-month pregnant wife washing dishes alone at ten o’clock at night,

For me… that was simply family.

That’s how I grew up.

And that’s how I lived for many years.

Until I married Lucía.

Lucía Morales is not a scandalous woman or a strong character. She is not one of those who raise her voice to win an argument. On the contrary, she has always been calm, patient… too patient, I would say now.

When I met her I fell in love with just that.

Of his soft way of speaking.

How he listened before answering.

The way he smiled even when things weren’t going well.

We got married three years ago.

And during the first half everything seemed to be going smoothly.

My mother lived in the family home and my sisters passed by often. It was normal in San Miguel del Valle that the family was always coming and going. On Sundays we almost always ended up sitting around the same table.

Eating, talking, remembering stories from the past.

Lucy at first did everything possible to please them.

He cooked.

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