Who My Real Family Is
My mother stared at me.
“Are you saying your sisters are no longer welcome here?”
I shook my head.
“I’m saying if they come… they help.”
Patricia laughed mockingly.
“Look at that. The little boy has grown up.”
Isabel looked at me carefully.
“All this… for a woman?”
Something inside me finally broke.
“No,” I said.
I looked straight into her eyes.
“For my family.”
The silence that followed was immediate.
Because for the first time…
I had made it clear who my family was.
My wife.
And the child she carried.
The Unexpected Change
At that moment we heard footsteps.
Lucía stood in the doorway.
Her eyes were wet.
She must have heard everything.
“Diego,” she whispered. “You didn’t have to argue for me.”
I held her hands.
They were cold.
“Yes,” I said softly.
“I did.”
Then something unexpected happened.
My mother stood up.
She walked toward Lucía.
For a second, I thought she was going to scold her.
Instead, she picked up the sponge from the table.
“Go sit down,” she said.
Lucía looked confused.
“What?”
My mother sighed.
“I’ll finish the dishes.”
The room fell silent in shock.
Then my mother turned to my sisters.
“What are you staring at?”
“To the kitchen,” she said firmly.
“The four of us will finish what we started.”
One by one, my sisters stood up.
They walked into the kitchen.
Soon the sound of water returned.
But this time… mixed with other voices.
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