I never protested.

For me… that was simply family.

That was the way things had always been.

When Lucía Entered My Life

Everything stayed that way until I met Lucía.

Lucía Morales is not the kind of woman who raises her voice to win an argument.

She is quiet.

Gentle.

Patient.

Too patient, I realize now.

That was exactly what made me fall in love with her.

Her soft voice.

Her way of listening carefully before she spoke.

The way she could smile even when things were difficult.

We got married three years ago.

And at first, everything seemed peaceful.

A House Full of Family

My mother lived in the family house, and my sisters visited constantly.

In San Miguel del Valle, it was normal for family to come and go all the time.

On Sundays, we often ended up around the same table.

Eating.

Talking.

Remembering stories from the past.

Lucía did everything she could to make them feel welcome.

She cooked.

She made coffee.

She listened politely while my sisters talked for hours.

I thought it was normal.

But slowly… I started noticing things.