My wife.

And the son who was on the way.

At that moment we heard a noise behind us.

We all turned around.

Lucia was standing at the entrance to the room.

He had left his apron on the kitchen table.

His eyes were moist.

I didn’t know how long I had been listening.

He walked slowly towards us.

“Diego,” he said in a low voice. You didn’t need to argue for me.

I felt a lump in my throat.

“Of course it was necessary.

She shook her head softly.

“I don’t want to cause trouble among your family.

I held his hands.

They were cold.

“Lucia,” I said. You are my family.

No one said anything.

Not even my sisters.

Not even my mother.

Lucía looked at me as if she didn’t know what to do with those words.