I listened to all that.

But he didn’t say anything.

Not because I agreed.

But because… That was how it had always been.

Eight months ago, Lucía became pregnant.

When he gave us the news I felt a joy that I cannot describe. It was as if suddenly the house had a new future.

My mother cried with emotion.

My sisters seemed happy, too.

But as the months went by… Something began to change.

Lucia began to tire faster.

It was normal.

The pregnancy progressed, and her belly grew every week.

Even so, she continued to help with everything.

I cooked when my sisters came.

He served the table.

He picked up the dishes.

I told her to rest, but she always answered the same:

“It’s okay, Diego. It’s only a few minutes.

However, those “a few minutes” almost always turned into hours.