Lucia thought she hadn’t seen it. She continued to work slowly, breathing with difficulty from time to time.
Then a cup slipped from his hands and hit the sink.
She closed her eyes for a moment.
As if he was trying to gather the strength to continue.
At that moment I felt something strange in my chest.
A mixture of anger… and shame.
Because suddenly I understood something that I had ignored for a long time.
My wife… was alone in that kitchen.
While my whole family rested.
While she carried not only the weight of the plates.
But also with the weight of our child growing inside his body.
Breathed hondo.
I took the phone out of my pocket.
And I dialed my older sister’s number.
“Isabel,” I said when she answered. “Come to the living room. I need to talk to you.”
Then I called Patricia.
Then Carmen.
In less than two minutes the three of them were sitting in the living room next to my mother, looking at me curiously.
I stood in front of them.
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