When I saw my eight-month pregnant wife washing dishes alone at ten o’clock at night, I called my three sisters and said something that left everyone silent. But the strongest reaction… it came from my own mother.

“And what are you waiting for? To the kitchen. We’ll finish this together.”

One by one, they got up.

Without another word, they walked past us into the kitchen.

Shared voices.

Lucía looked at me, still unsure.

“Why did you do this?” she asked.

I smiled softly.

“Because it took me three years to understand something simple.”

She waited.

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