SCANDAL! MILLIONAIRE CAUGHT BY HIS EMPLOYEE WITH HIS TWINS… AND THE SECRET EXPLODES!

The silence of the Salvatierra mansion began. From then on, the cazona blanca en lo alto de Lomas de Chapultepecía a templo de orden y perfection. Italian marble in the floors, stained glass imported from Guadalajara, gardens designed with mathematical precision. Todo lucía impeccable, immovable. Sin embargo, tras esas paredes reinaba a caos que ningún dinero podía acallar. Last week 7 when Héctor Salvatierra, dressed in his three-piece suit and with the chance of an interminable meeting in the mirada, endured the rumbo stops with his infant child.

Llevaba le maletín en una mano y un do nudo en l’estómago en la otra. había aprendido a temer ese space. Era the dwelling where its jewels lloraban without descent, where it shattered like padre resonaba with every gritty agudo that atravesaba the walls. But it doesn’t take long to get there. The silence was extraneous and disconcerted. Detuvo el paso en seco frente a la puerta entreabierta. For a moment I thought that this terrible thing had happened. Let the babies be locked up, let them sleep in agony after hours of inconsolable sleep.

Empujó the door abruptly and when he saw the blood. ¿Qué demonios estás haciendo con mis hijos? The grit brotó of its garganta with the strength of a latigazo. The briefcase was released by its sudorous hand and it was against the marble with a dry iron that returned to the estancia. All eyes, enrojecidos por el cansancio y la rabia, seguirón en la figura que tenía frente a él. All of her, Mariana Torres, is the employee I have contracted for a week to clean the floors and store the furniture.

A woman of humble origin, with dark hair, recogido en una trenza unordenada y las manos curtidas de tanto trabajo. When Héctor was paralyzed, he could not see the trap in the middle of the house, otherwise it would be impossible for the room to be completed. On its own, sustained with a rebozo of gastada, slept Gael, one of its gems. Sobre su espalda, docked with a perfect nude, as if lo hubiera hecho mil veces, descansaba Nicolás, breathing deeply, completely in peace. The babies that never knew the consuelo, that habían converted the mansión into a stream of endless gritos, parecían othertros.

Mariana turned slowly, without fear, as if she was hoping for Héctor’s position. Their dark eyes were seen with a serenity that contrasted brutally with the torment that was reflected in the light. “No les hago daño, señor”, say with your suave, firm, sin templar. “Solo los estoy cuidando.” Héctor’s rabia buscó una salida, but las palabras se le atoraron en la garganta. The air is flying in espeso. She instinctively decided that she should have her arms of her women’s arms, grit her, write to the professional girls who followed the letter of the protocols of doctor Verónica Ibarra.

But when it comes to your heart, you have muscles that you have learned to keep shielded, so, because of the grit, you have to breathe with fury, the gems do not fall on you. Gael, desde el pecho de Mariana, alzó a manita temblorosa hacia él, como si intentara reconocerlo por primera vez. Nicolás, sobre la espalda de la femme, slowly sheltered los ojos y lo miró sin rastro de lagrimas. 5 months, 5 months of nights on the road, of missing girls, of cold diagnoses that cause emotional trauma and years of severe separation.

5 months of feeling that your house is derrumbaba below a llanto that no cesaba. There you go, right next to the phone, the place of cleaning, where babies are not exposed, you have to say something in the interview, you have seen it impossible. El contrast lo disarmó. Héctor, the man who dominates his instructions with your implacable voice, does not have to worry about having a vision. ¿How? Intentó articular, pero la voz se quebró. Mariana did not respond, simply adjusted the reboso so that Nicolás would follow the instructions and follow the instructions carefully to trap the shoe, as if supporting babies and cleaning the mansión al mismo tiempo fuera la cosa más natural del mundo.

Héctor returned with an incredulous paso. It will not be possible. Ninguna de las nanas universitarias había logrado calarlos ni por 5 minutos. The best specialists of the country have fallen and aquella mujer con su reboso desilachado, había transformed el infierno en un remanso de paz. Un escalofrío recorrió su espalda. The image you recorded is like a film on a slow camera. The little ones with their friends attached to Mariana. Gael’s green eyes shine low on the warm light of the linger.

The peaceful silence that hears a milagro. Héctor’s world shook. During the years we have believed that everything can be bought, the happiness, the comfort, including the happiness. But then at this moment he violated the law that escaped all control, a verdad cruda and sencilla that disarmed him more than any business rival. Babies do not need military clothing or imported toys. No university technicians or clinical diagnoses are required. Necesitaban a lguien que los mirara con amor verdadero. There is no one there, there was her, the woman who at that moment sustained her world entered with a reboso and a susurro.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, but Héctor heard it forever. Leave the memory when it was removed with violence or otherwise. El recuerdo de Camila, su esposa, cantando con ternura a los gemelos cuando aún estaban en su cometre. The eco of this girl le golpeó el pecho. El mismo tono, la misma calma, la misma magia. ¿Whoever is really used?, preguntó al fin con una voz que no sonaba como la suya. Mariana lo miró fijamente con un destello en la mirada que Héctor no supo decifrar.

Neither soberbia, nor miedo, alone a certain tranquility. Be the woman who wine has cleaned her house, Señor Salvatierra, nada más. Still in the background, Héctor knows what he said. It’s late, in the middle of the child’s home, you have the intuition that a woman means much more than a job. Algo en lo más profundo de su ser, una voz que había ignorado during these months, the susurró that lo que estaba a point of discovering change in life for all time.

The night went to Mexico City, lighting up the lights in the streets of the city. Inside the house where there were no lights or candles shining, there was the possibility of a mile. The grit that gave rise to fury was transformed so that it could be avoided. In the comienzo de algo distinto. A grieve was sheltered in the winter wall that grew up while it was sleeping. And before the death of Camila, Héctor Salvatierra sintió miedo.

My dream is, I am losing something that is difficult to glimpse in the arms of a woman who is not on the planes. Lo que no sabía aún era que ese miedo was also the principle of your salvation. The whiskey remains intact in Caoba’s writing. The liquid shines below the light held by the lamp, but Héctor Salvatierra does not have the value of probarlo. Our hands cannot be removed from the rest of the track, as if there was an invisible anchor.

Right next to it, Camila’s photography looks like a golden marco. Sonreía con una dulzura que le travesaba el alma, las manos reposando sobre su vintre abultado de 8 meses, como si todavía acariciara a los gemelos que nunca llegaría a conocer. Héctor circled his eyes. Bastaba con mirar ese retrato para senso la punzada de la perdida. A filo frío that already has blood. Camila lived in light for 8 years, the woman who learned that her life was more than balances and merging companies, and without embargo, she lost her life for several minutes.

A February rain shower that was recorded in my memory as an eternal torment. El parto que lo cambió todo. Recorded with surgical precision of the hospital’s disinfectant oil, the intermittent pitido of the machines, the voice of Camila trying to calm her, including the desgarraba of the pain. “Van a ser hermosos, Héctor”, she whispered, apretando su mano con la poca fuerza que quedaba. van a llenarte el corazón de amor. No time to respond. Postpartum hemorrhage, unexpected complications.

Los medicos corrían de un lado a tro y él, que podía controlar imperios empresariales con un solo llamado, ne pudo hacer nada para detener l’inevitable. In a few moments, Camila’s sound faded away and with all the feeling of her world. The gemelos were born prematurely. Apenas de 36 weeks, luchando por cada respiro entro de incubadoras que parecían capsulas espaciales, pequeños, fágiles, conectados a tubes y máquinas que hacían el trabajo que sus cuerpos inmaduros todavía no posían realized.

Héctor los miraba través del vidrio con una mezcla de horror y desconcierto. No feelings are lost. eran más bien cruel records of lo que había perdido. The father who never wanted to be his father. Su vida entera giraba alrededor de los negocios, números, strategías, conquests financiers. The corporate world was on its safe ground, and every movement was mediated by losses and losses. Los niños, en cambio, eran territorio deconocido y estos niños, marcados por la tragedia desde de su first aliento, eran un enigma que no sabía cómo enfrentar.

During the first few months, it is better to leave them. Contractor to the best girls of the country, women with academic titles in pedagogy or confinement, with years of experience in intensive training. All of them are safe and sound and promise iron discipline. Everyone walked in menos of a soul. “Señor salvatierra”, le decía cada una al renunciar, agotada con ojeras profundas. Children don’t last, they don’t care, they don’t respond to stimuli, they need specialized skills. The dwellings of the mansion turn into a carrusel of kitchens that enter with confidence and are destroyed.

The story of Nicolás and Gael was a constant presence, a fantasy that recorría los footsteps and caromía los nervios de cualquiera que se atreviera a quedarse. The entrance to science. He heard when he saw Doctor Verónica Ibarra, an infant psychologist, Camila’s intimate friend from the university, a 42-year-old woman with her platinum hair perfectly aligned and with a sound that never touched her eyes. I studied at Harvard, conducted a private consultation in Polanco and studied with the authority of those who never lived before my misma.

“The babies are experiencing an emotional trauma”, diagnosed at their first visit, observing their gems from a clinical distance as if they were laboratory objects. The loss of the maternal figure at the most vulnerable moment of their lives has generated a pattern of severe separation anxiety. The words of Verónica sonaban logic, responsibility for knowledge and experience. Héctor referred to her as a rescuer in the middle of the shipwreck. temporal.

Children need stability, no emotional confusion. There the Salvatierra mansion was transformed into a type of militarized clinic, exact horarios for feeding, nap times, educational toys provided and manuals for infant training. Las nanas recibían órdenes como soldados. Every time you contact me, your babies will be regulated by the meter. The unexpected result. In theory, everything was perfect. In practice, nothing changes. Nicolás y Gael seguían llorando hasta quedarse sin voz. Rechazaban el contacto humano. It is tense when you intend to load it.

Miraban con deorbitados ojos, as if the world enters them the result will be hostile. Héctor recorría los marble steps with the feeling of living in a car of luxury. The infant’s ecology was a constant castigo, a record that neither its dine nor its power to buy. Every night, when she entered her studio, she poured herself a bottle of whiskey that was rare for Baby. Frente a él, the photo of Camila parecía juzgarlo. No, I promise that the series will be decided in silence, but never before.

Había fellado como esposo al no salvarla y ahora fallaba como padre al no saber cómo amar a sus hijos. Un encuentro con los recuerdos. A long time later, after our meeting ended in normality, Héctor sheltered the wardrobe where he saved Camila’s losses. The scent of your perfume is like a perfume. Between doubled dresses and boxes of shoes we found the manta that she wore for babies during the embarazo. The acarición con dedos tremolorosos. Recorded as Camila felt on the terrace where traditional girls moved with their hands moving with infinite peace.

During these nights, Héctor worked on his computer, but in reality he observed it in silence, fascinated by the light that surrounded him. Ahora esa luz no estaba y él se consumía en la darkness. Los fantasmas en la mansión, los trabajadores de la casa lo miraban con distant respect. The personal change cada pocos meses. Nadie carried the tension as she breathed. The mansion, before its symbol of existence, was converted into a mausoleum of recuerdos and culpas. Héctor avoided the habitat of the gemelos as much as possible.

You should know that the cross is a door that feels like it. Babies lloraban are more likely when they are in this position, as if they were only present when they were inconvenient. Don’t recognize me as my father, think with love. That’s right. Verónica, in addition to her weekly visits, reforzaba this idea with envueltas phrases in medical terminology. No guilt, Héctor. It is normal for babies not to be able to establish a cell immediately in these circumstances. Please note that this is possible, but it is more important that it will not interfere with the protocol.

If you feel it in silence, you cannot answer it. I have learned to trust in the tangible, in the titles collected in the past, in the certificates of excellence, not in the intuitions. Y sin embargo, cada vez que veía los greenos ojos de su hijos, identicos a los de Camila, algo en her interior se rupturea a poco más. The vacuum is larger. Five of my lives passed away from the rain that they lost and lost their hope. 5co meses en los que la casa había sido invadida par nanas, medicos y psicólogas, pero nunca por paz.

This night, while the whiskey was kept intact by the writing and Camila’s photo, it was observed with a dim light, Héctor understood the truth that it was time to avoid. You can manage multinational companies, but you can’t control your business. Recovering the scene from this late, Mariana, left the gems in silence, as if she had left her, she was regresed with violence. There is an inconvenience that the mantendría despierto hasta el amanecer. ¿Acaso todo lo que había hecho hasta ahora estaba equivocado?

La quinta empleada en tres meses. So I described the lover’s situation when I extended my life to Héctor Salvatierra, a gray mother. Let’s see the eye with the cansada and the fastidious gestures of which you don’t hope to be milagros. When writing a machine with a bullfighting tint, I don’t have university degrees or specialization courses in childhood, only a few firm handwritten papers with blue tints from a local neighborhood. Honesta, trabajadora, de confianza, decían alldas, palabras simples, without official sales nor members.

Héctor bufó. This is the best that I could meet”, preguntó con voz seca. La mama de llaves, una mujer mayor que llevaba más de 20 años en la casa, lo miró con una mezcla de paciencia y cansancio. “Señor, ya nadie quiere trabajar aquí. The little ones, with their little hands, Héctor did not need to end the sentence, the llantos, the tension, the pressure of Doctor Verónica, to do so, converting the house into an unbearable place. Neither the triple salary is suitable for quedarse jobs.

Tráigala, stinks, total, will not last more than a week. The first impression. This is what Mariana Torres saw with a sencillo de cotton dress and the hair was picked up in one three-piece dress. Llevaba zapatos gastados que apenas disimulaban las horas de caminata. Tenia 31 years old. She was the mother of a teenager who lived in another city in the city, in a small department that she lived with her. Entering the mansion with firm steps, aunque of his eyes revealed dark ante so much marble, stained glass windows and endless steps.

No safety, excessive humidity. Simply presented himself. Buenos days, soy Mariana. Héctor observed it from the head of the comedor with the impenetrable gesture that we used in the council meetings. What is your experience? She encogió de hombros con honestidad brutal. Se limpiar. It works hard. Sé que necesito este emploe. Do not refer me to eso. Ha cuidado babies. Mariana breathed hondo. No se nada de bebés ricos, señor. It looked directly at your eyes. Pero shouted to my hija sola y está viva, sana y estudiando.

The sincerity of the inconvenience. It is a costumbrado to people who adorn their logros, who recite endless lists of credencials. Mariana does not offer more than her words. It is a contract, it is said at the end, more out of desperation than out of conviction. The first days, during the first week, Mariana dedicated herself strictly to the assigned labors, to vacuum the sheets of paper, to sacudir the ventanales, to remove the marmol from the steps. It is playing in silence, as it is dark effectively. Please note that you will hear a few songs that will fade so that they are clear.

Las nanas profesionales la miraban con desdén. It will be an intruder without preparation, although it will absorb more than what is needed. No es professional, murmuraban in the kitchen. Pero Mariana did not respond. Have learned to call and observe. When it was noted, except for babies, it was only a matter of time when she passed by the child’s child, the llanto faded away, and did not disappear from the child, but it was as if an invisible presence calmed the torment. The accidental discovery, the delay of Héctor’s grit, was not the first thing to see that Mariana had loaded the gems.

During these initial days, I will trap myself around the house, escape the desperate llantos and without thinking about it. Tomaba in arms to Nicolás oa Gael. Mecían sus coerpecitos con la naturalidad de quien hacunado a su propio hijo cientos de veces. The girls are allowed to be regañadientes, agradecidas de un spiro. “Déjala, total goes to cansar”, commentaban. However, what succeeded was the opposite. Babies, first of all, come into contact with others. Mariana les cantaba nanas que había aprendido de su abuela en Michoacán.

Duérmete, niño, duérmete ya, que viene el coco y te llevará. Simple songs stored in the memory of generations. Words that do not appear in any manual for child care, but that protect an ancestral power. One night, Héctor, when he went to his studio, heard an extraneous sound that came from his childhood. When it was lost, surprised by the silent silence, it opened the door and saw Mariana sent to the spot between the beds. Nicolás descansaba en su regazo, completamente relaxeda, míntras Gael jugueteaba con sus propios dedos, emitiendo gorgoritos de satisfacción.

But heló la sangre fue la melody that floated in the air. Era la misma nana que Camila había tarareado during el embarazo, acostada de lado, acariciando su comer. Héctor stood against the doorway, unable to understand how the woman could see it. El brutal contrast. According to Héctor, the contradiction will be unbearable. Había gastado fortunes en specialists. It follows strict protocols and does not operate. And of course, a domestic employee, without titles or diplomas, logged in minutes where she lived accordingly.

¿Como lo hace?, le preguntó una noche con vous más vulnerable de lo que pretendía. Mariana lo miró sin dejar de acariciar la frente de Nicolás. No lo se. Solo me taste it with them. Héctor prepared the mandible. This was not an acceptable response in the world. All of this has to do with logic, explanation, strategy, but with Mariana’s serene eyes, it is not possible to reduce it to formulas. The suspicions of the girls. With the times, our hearts began to be created.

The contracted girls, who were ignored by the gemelos, were forced to murmur. These women’s shoes are malacostumbrados. No es professional lo que hace. Deberíamos hablar con la doctora Verónica. Héctor escuchó de pasada these conversations, pero no intervino. Part of the question agrees that all of this was a coincidence. Another part is more profound. Sabía que había algo especial en Mariana, la primera grieta en el muro. One evening at night, después of an agotadora day, Héctor decided to undergo the quarter of the gemelos.

To shelter the door, met Nicolás and Gael llorando disconsolados en arms de una de las nanas. The woman, visibly frustrated, dealt with squids with mechanical movements. Sin éxito. Héctor, with an extraneous impulse, rushed to the front view. Por primera vez in 5 months. Really see them. Vio en ellos los los verdes de Camila, la forma de la nariz de her mother, el mentón que era identico al suyo. “Hola”, whispered with your voice. “Soy soy papa.” The babies will fall apart in an instant.

Gael extendió una manita y Héctor, con miedo y ternura, acercó su dedo. The little ones on the back will be locked up with the power of the suyo. In this moment, a crack was sheltered in the wall that lived up and in it, inevitably saw the image of Mariana with the children in arms, cantando to which the girl that parecía comes from the most gone. The change is silent. From these words, Héctor came to invent excuses to pass more time at home. Observaba de lejos as Mariana hablaba con los gemelos en susurros, contándoles historias sencillas de pajaros, de flores, de lluvia en los techos de lámina, de las mariposas amarillas que revoloteaban en su barrio.

Children will be embroidered as if they heard the same words. Y Héctor desde el pasillo sensía que algo removía lo más profundo de su ser. No admittance in your alta, but your sabía. The babies were born to Mariana and they also had to worry about it. The amanecer is filtered by the weighed cortinas of the Salvatierra mansion, tiñiendo de nos dorados los silenciosos footsteps. First of all, there is silence, there is no sound, there is a fragile breath, there is a contained suspension.

Héctor came despacio, with the corbata aún suelta y los ojos enrojecidos por el insomnio. After several weeks you have already learned to study in your studio. Ahora buscaba any person excusa para pasar cerca del cuarto infantil. We will not recognize you at any time, but this is the era that you have started to see. Se quedaba en el umbral sans hacer ruido, Observando escenas que parecían de otro mundo. There she stood Mariana Torres, sent on the sole with the cruzadas stones, rodeada of tela toys and arrugadas mantas.

Our gems, Nicolás and Gael, explain how this is the unique voice that exists. Ella contaba historias sencillas. of her teenage daughter, of the latecomers in Michoacán, of the pairs that were placed in the electrical cables as notes in a pentagrama. And they have children, they don’t care, they don’t care, they wake up, they extend their hands when they contact them. The question. One night, unable to resist any longer, Héctor entered without warning. Mariana lo notó de inmediato, aunque nejó de jó de acunar a Nicolás contra su pecho.

“Ecuché silence”, says the sinister torment. “Thought that this was wrong. Mariana lo miró sin reproach, con esa serenidad que lo disarmaba siempre. Es normal, respondió suavemente. Usted no está acostumbrado a que estén tranquilos. La phrase lo golpeó like un puñal. No había burla en sus palabras, solo una verdad obvious. Héctor se sitió desnudo, Expuesto, as if a woman could see directly her deficiencies. ¿Como lo hace?, preguntó.

The specialized girls, the doctor Verónica. Nadie ha conseguido esto. Mariana acarició Nicolás’s front with the back of the hand. The baby was suspected and was accommodated in its delivery, completely delivered. “No lo sé”, she replied with brutal honesty. “Solo me taste it with them. Eso no es una respuesta.” She rose to the viewpoint. Our dark eyes are still calm and vivid, and there is nothing to worry about. ¿Usted them habla? Héctor grew up with the señor.

¿Hablarles? If. The cuenta cosas. ¿Les dice que los quiere? The pregunta lo atravesó like a rayo. If you waited in silence with the bottle inside, but without words, the greenery would be devastated. No, they have never been used in reality. We have our responsibilities as responsibilities, as problems to resolve, as they are fragile depending on the device, but with those that we cannot connect. Mariana takes her view. “Los babies siempre saben”, dijo con voz firme pero suave. “If you only have the green light or if you only have one with an obligation?” Héctor sintió as if the arrancaran una sold de los ojos.

Every decision, every protocol, every plan that has to be followed during the months it is planned to take place before it begins. The first thing I thought was that it was night, I was unable to sleep, and I suffered almost all the gems I had left behind. Las nanas de turno lo miraron surprendidas, pero él las despidió con un gesture. Se quedó solo avec Nicolás y Gael, que lloraban disconsolados en su cunas. It was lost with the heart as if it was in the middle of an impossible negotiation. Se tilt sobre ellos, los miró de verdad, no como un problema, sino como su hijos.

y sintiéndose ridículo, susurró, “Hola, soy papa.” The llanto disappears for a moment. Nicolás observed it with Camila’s green eyes. Gael estiró una manita. Héctor dudó, but finally acercó su dedo. The little ones of the child’s little ones will be circled with a surprising effect on the surface. An oil of emotion that is overflowing. The garganta serró. Los ojos se llenaron de lágrimas. “Lo siento,” murmured with your voice. “No matter what is necessary, it is still there. Los quiero.” The first thing to know is that you pronounce these words and some of the babies you can’t understand, even if they’re different expressions.

The llanto ceased, replaced by an expectant silence, as if finally reconnoitering the voice of his father. The silent transformation. From that moment on, something happened or quiz was repeated in Héctor’s interior. Start waiting for more time when you invent pretexts to suspend meetings. There was no armored entrepreneur who took refuge in numbers and strategies. There was a man who missed the sound of childhood sounds. Watch Mariana with attention, as you learn silently. The veía mecerlos.

cantarles, hablarles as if they were small adults. La ecuchaba contarles historias sobre hija, cómo había había aprendido à ride bicicleta, cómo se emocionaba con las ferias del barrio y los gemelos, fascinados, parecían absorb cada palabra. One day, I’m going to review my computer’s correos, I hear how Mariana tells me, “If you’re more grown-up, you’ll have more mariposas amarillas. You’ll have more water in the rain. You’ll probably have ice cream. The world is full of things, my children.” Héctor raised his sight and his eyes, as he noticed, and understood with a mezcla of desire and admiration that when Mariana daba he did not understand, he hoped for the interior confrontation.

This night, solo in his studio, Héctor violated the espejo. The imagen that the devolvía was the one of a cansado man, with the nudo of the flojo corbata and the alma vacía. What moment have you already felt? Se preguntó. Recorded Mariana’s speeches. They are also when they are green. You understand that your problem was not the failure of professionals or specialists, it was my problem. You should always be able to shelter your heart completely, even if it is vulnerable.

If you have had Camila with reservations, you will be accepted into the job. Therefore, we do not have a habit of being the father of the principle. Ahora, these small people will be desafiaban without words, with every llanto, with every manita extendedida. The requirement will be more than a proof. The demand is human. The unexpected gesture. A domingo by the mother, Héctor entered the kitchen and met Mariana preparing coffee. The house is quiet. The children slept after a night without sleep.

Necesito hablar con usted”, dijo él con una seriedad que la hizo detenerse. Mariana lo miró paciente. “Diga, señor, ne tiendo lo que está pasando. We are not a girl, we are a psychologist, we do not have titles or professional experience, but we are the ones who are eligieron. Mariana saw her coffee cup and responded with her voice: “You are also happy with them.” The phrase lo already sin aire. No dramatismo in addition to speeches, solo verdad. It weighs more than any manual of infant psychology.

The first grievance in Verónica was later, when the doctor Verónica flew for one of her routine visits, noted immediately the change in Héctor. There will be no man who obeys your instructions, otherwise he will not be asked to answer any questions. “Los niños parecen más tranquilos”, they said they intended neutral sonar. “Cuidado, Héctor”, Veronica responded with a cold sound. “It’s an artificial tranquility that can be peligrosa.” But in his interior, Héctor did not agree to see the difference with his eyes.

Había sensido la forcea de una manita aferrada a su dedo. Había escuchado el susurro de soy papa resonando en su pecho. The despertar has come to pass. The salvatierra mansion has started to breathe a distinct air where we have lived forever and the pasts of despairing girls. Ahora se escuchaban suaves murmullos, occasional risitas, arrullos que llenaban los pasillos con una paz unexpected. Héctor mismo lo notaba. Ya no regrets at home with the little weight in the fish. Ya no temía undergo al segundo piso.

Our friends, Nicolás and Gael share others. But it’s calm, you’re fragile and you lose the suspicions of the sea that you can’t tolerate losing control. Doctor Verónica Ibarra. The unexpected reunion. A minute later, Verónica llegó without prior notice. Replace your tacones against the marble with a calculated safety. It’s an inseparable Italian leather mask and it has a glacial sound that we use as a professional mask. Entering Héctor’s studio as if you were there and felt approached by the hope of an invitation.

We have a serious problem. Héctor anunció de golpe acommodando su libreta sur la mesa. Héctor took a look at the documents that he finished reviewing. In reality, you don’t have to observe the window from the window as Mariana plays with the gems in the garden. What type of problem? Verónica abró la libreta y leyó con voz monocorde como si dictara sentencia. The Mariana Torres domestic employee interacts directly with the established security protocol. Explained. Contact physics not authorized. Alteration of power schedules.

Inappropriate sensory stimulation. Let’s talk like a stone in the quiet water. Héctor already wrote the pen and breathed it. Doctora, with all respect, the children are better than none. Duermen, sonríen, apenas lloran. Exactly, repeat it, tilt it right with urgency. This artificial tranquility is not safe. Babies need to express their emotions, including frustration and emotion. Héctor frunció el ceño. Is it surprising that my friends are quiet? I say that the tranquility must come from the correct location, contested with exaggerated peace.

The vehicle is safe with its authorized capacity figures, and does not depend on the economy for a domestic appliance without preparation. El veneno disfrazado de consejo. Mientras hablaba, Veronica rose and approached the window. Desde allí podía pour a Mariana tendiendo ropa en el patio con les gemelos riendo en la cuna portátil a su lado. Había algo en la manera en que Verónica la observed, un brillo incomómodo en sus ojos, mezcla de desprecio y celos. “Mira, Héctor,” continued without aside the view of the scene.

Sé que Camila y tu siempre quisieron lo mejor para estos niños. Clara confided to me many things during the embarazo, her friends, her hopes, her concerns so that she was able to connect emotionally with her. The result is certain, calculated. Héctor felt like blood palpitated him in his eyes. Camila never had to decide, but Verónica interrupted her with your firm. Camila pidió me que me hiciera cargo si algo le pasaba. This is what protects our children and does not allow a woman without studies to ruin all her work.

The silence of the traffic. The environment in the studio was dense, almost unbreathable. Verónica deslizó unos documentsos sobre el escritorio con movimientos quirúrgicos. Please read the official recommendations. Instant separation of the disruptive element, implementation of strict routines with professional supervision and a dramatic break, a complete psychological assessment of your parental capacity. Héctor read the pages with disbelief. This line is written with medical terminology, institutions, firms. All official parecía, irrefutable. ¿Me está amenazando con quitarme a mis hijos?, preguntó con la voz grave.

You are offered professional advice, corrected it with smooth tone. However, if we insist on allowing this situation to continue, please consider other legal options. Héctor’s dilemma. It takes a while, Héctor suffers his childhood with a nudity in his stomach. Encontró a Mariana cantándoles a los niños minetras doblaba ropa limpia. The scene was of a luminous moment, even if it was holy, but Verónica’s words sounded on her head like a hammer. Emotional dependence. Vínculo dysfunctional, separation immediately. Mariana dijo con voz tensa.

She saw it and saw it instantly that it had changed. Señor, ¿ocurre algo? Héctor tragó salivated. Necessary to maintain distance from children. Las palabras le salieron like rotos crystals, lastimándolo inclusiveo a él. Mariana parpadeó confundida. Distance. The doctor says that it is creando dependencia, that it is not saludable. The gems began to worry about listening to the tone of the conversation. Mariana los miró with deep sadness. Luego volvió a fijar sus ojos en él. Es lo que usted quiere, señor, o lo que le dijeron que tenía que querer.

Héctor bajó la mirada. No sabía responder. Es lo que tiene que ser. Mariana asintió despacio, se acercó a las cunas, acarició por ultima vez las frentes de Nicolás y Gael y salió sin decir más. Babies will come to love before they reach the stops, and the next three days. The following three days came with a torture. Girls return to strict routines: scheduled feeding, scheduled naps, supervised games. This is all part of the manual. Y los gemelos volvieron a ser los mismos de antes, despairados, inconsolables.

Lloraban hasta quedarse without voice. Rechazaban the bottle. Please note that when you intend to load them. The mansion, which habija recuperado la calma, llenó otra vez de gritos desgarradores. Héctor intends to agree with this temporal era, which is adaptable, but every night, when he takes the llantos away from his parents, he feels that he has made an unforgivable error, the conversation in the kitchen. La manana del cuarto día, we will prepare it to get dirty, it will be washed with the girls in the kitchen. It is impossible to work as if.

These children are completely uncontrolled and their women have a constant record. Los buscan con la mirada cuando lloran. This is how it’s extrañaran. Héctor falls asleep on the footpath. The eco of these words has been lost. Los extrañaban. Los gemelos no solo necesitaban a Mariana, la clamaban. canceled all of our meetings this day and this is what happened at home. Suffered from his childhood and met Nicolás and Gael who were so fond of him. With the hinchados eyes and the cerrado puños.

One of the girls wanted to give the baby a bottle without having to worry about it. “Dejeme solo con ellos”, commanded Héctor. The woman, living dirty from her home. The intention was to fall, Héctor felt like he was among the cunas. Imitating the position that so many of us have lived in Mariana, we have learned to wear it, to control it on our day, in the climate, and on whoever knows what it is. Soy papa, estoy aquí, los quiero. But it won’t be enough. El no era Mariana. No, this is an inexplicable magic that converts the llanto into sounds.

The babies were born with sadness, as if the request was arrebatado. Entonces comprehendió la magnitud de su error, el regreso de la verdad. This night I called Mariana in the kitchen after which her tasks ended. “He came up with an error”, say with your quebrada. “Los niños la necesitan y yo ambién.” Mariana lo observed with serene eyes, as if you were hoping for these words. The doctor tried to justify Héctor. The doctor did not live in this house when she was interrupted with a quiet firmness.

We don’t know what we’re talking about and we can’t decide who we love and who we don’t. In this moment, Héctor said that he would recover everything that he had lost for his life. the certainty that todavía podía ser padre. La tormenta parecía haber pasado. In the weeks after disafiar las órdenes de la doctora Verónica, la mansión Salvatierra había recuperado algo parecido a la paz. Nicolás y Gael volvían a sonreír. The rises will sound on the steps like the crystal bells.

Mariana returned to her natural routine with her songs, songs, cuentos, arrullos. Y Héctor, everyone who felt torpor, was reluctant to participate. Les hablaba en voz baja, sejaba tomar de los dedos, intentaba descubrir en esos ojos verdes la chispa de Camila. La calma era real, pero engañosa. Below the surface area, Héctor saw that this was the case. Verónica’s regretful response, which she has already visited, despite scheduling problems. There will be no presagio and no embargo, during these delays you will be requested.

Prefirió to think that the life finally ends the daba tregua. The unexpected hallazgo. It was a late night when you decided to break it when you lived during the month. Order Camila’s losses. suffered from the main sleeping area with the heart encoded. Shelter the cajones, breathe in the intact aroma of the perfumes she uses, acarició dresses that always keep their essence. This object was a poisoned daring, a record of what was lost. In the last box of the tocador, at the bottom, we encountered a blue seda panel.

Envuelto en el había a pequeño diario de leathero marrón y varios sobres lacrados. Héctor quedó inmóvil, latiéndole la corazón en los oídos. Instantly recognize the elegant letter in type. Camila, with her temblorous hands broke the sale of one of the sobres. The tenia was fitted, back in the days before you nacieran the gems. My love, if this is what it is, means that it is poorly soiled and cannot be left to cry to our next babies. The first lines are packed with soy content.

If you’re already in the bedroom, you’ll leave the hojas as if they were saving you. Camila’s voice Camila wrote with painful clarity. Reconocía sus propios miedos. have details of the complications that have been concealed during the embarazo. Sangrados, amenazas de aborto, noches enteras el hospital. You should know how you feel alone without being concerned because it is absorbed in the negotiations. Then she heard when she knew Mariana, she worked in the hospital at the cleaning station. This is not a single location.

Tenía un don, Héctor, una capacidad inexplicable para squid a quienes sufrían. She met a night when she thought she would lose her babies and she simply accompanied me. No medical advice, no juzgó, only this all. Héctor apretó las hojas contra su pecho. The image was so vivid that it could be seen. Camila pales in the hospital bed and is a humble woman who supports her mano. Camila continued. During the next few months, Mariana vino visited her on difficult days.

Me treated of hierbas that prepared ella misma. I’ll tell you his stories about my life to entertain me. When babies start to move, they start to feel their hands when they come and they calm down. Era as if reconocieran. Héctor tuvo que dejar la carta a momento. Las lágrimas le nublaban la vista. It is possible that the connection between Mariana and her children will be formed inclusively before birth. The revelation was decisive. The next part is already without alienation.

If that doesn’t happen to me, I’ll send you to Mariana Torres. No temporal job, no improvised kitchen. Buscala as the second mother that our children need. She says that neither you dine nor the best specialists can dare. The capacity of amar without conditions. Confía en ella, aunque tu mente racional se resista. The words you need to know can be used directly. At this moment, Camila has seen everything. At the end of the card, a warning. And ten cuidado with Veronica. Although I’m my friend, during the embarazo came to act extraordinarily.

Have comments about how difficult it is to cry out to children alone, because it can carry cargo. It is not clear what the frame is, but it is not your intention that it is pure as a parent. Please note that no contact with our guests is completely safe. Héctor said that the blood froze him. The irrefutable proof. My life is also very small with personal information, direction, telephone and photos of Mariana next to Camila in the hospital.

In one, Camila was acostada, debilitated by her son, Mariana was so tenacious of her mano. In addition, I still hold the palms sober when I come abultado, as in a silent ritual. In the background, a last note written with it. If Verónica tried to separate Mariana from her children, it was her fault. Babies are eligible before birth. Confirm this connection. Héctor already has his love in the matrimonial bed, the card he has in his hands. Todo cobraba sentido. La serenidad de Mariana, las nanas que no funcionaban, las sonrisas de los gemelos al escuchar su voz.

Nada había sido casualidad. Mariana’s confession. It takes a while, with the hojas aún en el bolsillo, salió al pasillo just when Mariana undergoes the stops after finishing her tasks. Mariana, hope. It was taken care of by the emergency on its own. Yes, señor. Héctor levantó la carta temblorosa. Necesito preguntarle algo y necesito que se se completamente honesta conmigo. ¿Conoció usted a mi esposa? Mariana’s serene rose was transformed into a mezcla of pain and life. Yes, the knowledge.

Héctor sintió un puñal en el pecho. ¿Why don’t I love it? Mariana looked at the card in her hands and sounded with sadness because we did not list it for writing and because it was not safe if she asked for it. You will feel the escalones of the second floor, frente a frente, without jerarquías. First of all, there are only people you love to wear for women. Elsewhere, Mariana lived in your room with peace of mind that filled the area of ​​nostalgia.

Conocí a la señora Camila cuando estaba muy asustada. Doctors say they can lose their babies. You work overnight in the hospital. A veces las personas necesitan más que medicina, necesitan compañía. Héctor was silent with his heart gone. She hablaba me mucho de usted, continued Mariana. Decía que la amaba, pero ambién que tenía miedo. If you don’t know how to connect with your babies, you should do what the other person’s job is. Once the head is low, it cannot be browned.

I also told me that even more, I heard from Mariana, that we had a huge heart, but that it was protected so long as it was used by us and that these children were taught to love it elsewhere. The tears that Héctor had contained during the months went out without control. As long as her life is dead, follow Mariana and see her employment announcement. Decidí come. No casuality. Fue una promised que le hice. Cuidar a sus hijos hasta que usted aprendiera a ser el padre que necesitaban.

Héctor the mirror with darkness. A woman who wore a disfrazada from a domestic job was in reality the last treat of her wife, Verónica’s Darkness. Then the peace lasted a little. Mientras hablaban, la advertencia de la carta retumbaba en su mente. Ten cuidado with Veronica. Héctor understood that the ending did not end. La ausencia de la doctora no era rendición, era preparación. And I will leave my friends on this night, a certainty will be heard in my dream. The verdadera batalla apenas comenzaba.

The peace and quiet in the Salvatierra mansion is something to behold. The ecology of Nicolás and Gael’s houses lenaba los habitaciones. The girls are dressed in blocks and alone when Mariana and the essential staff. Héctor felt that at the end, despué of meses of tormenta, the vida offered him a breath. However, it is calm and it will not be final, but it will be the end of a war that has not been established. Un viernes por la mañana, the private detective that Héctor había contractado llamó at the door of the studio with a sobre abultado.

Hector lo sheltered with his hands and he met him on these 25 pages where he already had a cold. Doctor Verónica Ibarra has a dark historical record. Very divorces, requests by a professional, a false intention of adoption with falsified documents and the most worrying, a pattern of rescue of children of families which it consideraba dysfunctionales. Clara había tenido razón. Verónica no había venido a ayudar, había venido a cazar el golpe en la puerta. It was late, Mariana sang a girl in the center of the gems, the timbre resonated with insistence.

Héctor went to shelter and met Veronica in the shadow, but never came alone. The accompaniment of social service officials and a trajeado man identified as a legal representative of the State. “I hope you are prepared to get the correct ones for our children, Héctor,” Verónica said with a sound that did not touch their eyes. “Why is it good?”, answered the voice. The legal representative extended an official carpet. Señor Salvatierra, he received a report on infant neglect and exposure to unqualified perpetrators.

We have an order to evaluate the life conditions of men, Nicholas and Gael. Héctor insisted that the shoe was sheltered below its feet. Shelter the rug and leave the accusations of devastation. Father emocionalmente ausente, exposure to a personal domestic without verification of antecedents, inclusion of medical protocols, all firmadas by the doctora Ibarra as a professional test. This is absurd, logró articular. It’s painful, I’m sorry, Veronica intervenes with your melosa. Now you should think about what is best for your children.

El cuarto asediado. Officials will follow the steps, followed by Héctor and Verónica. Entering the infant’s home, Mariana left a cue to the gems. The scene was pure darkness. Los niños atentos jugando en sus cunas. Mariana sonriendo serena. Señora, we need to retire as we evaluate our men”, ordenó one of the officials. Mariana looked to Héctor with understanding, as if she hoped for this moment. Acarició por última vez las mejillas de los gemelos y se apartó. En el mismo instante, los niños rompieron a llorar.

There will be no one else. Eran gritos desgarradores de angustia pura, como si superioran que algo terrible estaba por suceder. Verónica fits in with the professional world. It’s normal, explained with false calm. Children are confused by the dysfunctional vinyl that they created. Then you will learn how to form healthy vinculos. But the gems do not calm down. Our grits rebotaban against the marble walls as a song of pain. The roar of Padre Héctor no more. Sufficiently, it roars with a force that silences everything.

Se plantó frente a las cunas, extending los arms like a human wall. The legal representative se irguió. Señor Salvatierra, if we do not cooperate, let us consider the temporal remoción of our menores. No one has to leave his side behind. First of all, Héctor does not calculate anything or consequences. Era alone a padre defended his sons with primitive ferocity. “It’s an emotional response,” Verónica said condescendingly. “There is no question that Clara will ask.” “We don’t dare mention my wife,” Héctor shouted.

Sacó del bolsillo la carte de Camila et la agitó frente a su rostro. Sé la verdad. She advised me sobre ti. The color faded from Verónica’s face, and she lost her voice. Clara sabía querías robarme a mis hijos. Continue Héctor with the voice of fury. Y tengo la carte que lo prueba. The official documents will be displayed if they are inconvenient. The legal representative meets the señor. Doctora Ibarra, what is your comment? Verónica tried to respond. This card is nothing to worry about.

Clara is on low medication for the duration of her embarazo. No extra cabales. Mentirosa. The voice that cortó el aire no fue la de Héctor, sino la de Mariana, que había entrado de nuevo con el rostro acendido de indignation. “Usted acosó a señora Camila during meses.” dijo avanzando hacia ella. The llamaba has all hours. appears in the hospital without warning. I decided that I was afraid of it and abandoned it. Yo lo vi todo. A domestic employee is not a creíble test, but Verónica is burló, but this is where she is.

Mariana bagged a small digital recorder on her bag, pressed a button and Camila’s voice called home clear and firm. Angela, was concerned about Verónica. Hoy vino otra vez sin que la llamara. When I say that Héctor and yo ya habíamos elegido the numbers of the babies, he was molested. Let us decide what we have to decide. Nosotras, ¿desde queándo ella forma parte de mi decisiones como mother? The silence is absolute. Hasta los gemelos calmaron as if reconocieran la voz de su mother desde el más allá.

The mascara rotated. The legal representative cerró su carpeta con un chasquido seco. Doctora Ibarra, let us investigate more before proceeding. This is ridiculous, it was Veronica, it lost all its compost. These children lose me. Clara was my best friend. I know her better than Nadie. Debería ser yo quien los cry. Las palabras salieron como veneno, revelando la obsesión que había escondido detrás de trás profesional máscara. Señora, tendrá que acompañarnos para responder unas preguntas”, dijo uno de los officiales con za firma.

“We can’t do this anymore.” Clara promised me. “Clara no te promise nada”, replied Héctor with your voice. “Y ahora entiendo por qué.” Bag your phone and mark a number. Detective Morrison, proceeded with the denunciation by acoso, falsification and conspiracy. Verónica’s head is falling apart. No worries. Now you have complete information about your history, sent by Héctor. Three previous families, my father, always use your authority to separate children from their legitimate fathers. The official documents may appear incoherently.

We will then talk before the door is closed. These children are sufrirán without mí. The triunfo is silent. When the house ended in silence, Héctor, Mariana and the gems remained in the quarter that lived in the battle camp. Nicolás y Gael miraban a Mariana con los ojos aún húmedos, pero tranquilos. Héctor se acercó y por primera vez sin miedo tomó a sus hijos en brasos. It’s just what it sounds like with a new tone, sincerely. “Gracias,” whispered to Mariana.

She sounded sweet. No me las dé a mí, délas a su esposa. The plane is everything from the principle. This night, when the gems slept in peace, Héctor understood that no one had won a legal battle, that he had been killed by his father and that it was certain that Mariana could build a green house. The garden of the Salvatierra mansion was not designed by an obsessive architect with symmetry. Three years after the storm, the geometric perfection has given way to a beautiful habitat, a wooden colump that crujía con risas,

A tree house built with media with loose tablones, macetas pintadas by infantile hands and senderos de tierra que zigzagueaban where the small travesuras habían ganado al marmol. Héctor saw the scene of the stairs on the porch with a cup of coffee between his hands and a serenity unconceived in the viewpoint. A few meters away, Nicolás and Gael, 3 years old and mediocre, were surrounded by children that Mariana enjoyed with infinite peace. The bubbles are exposed to transparent stars and the children are victorious so that they can catch one.

Mira, papa”, gritó Nicolás señalando una enorme burbuja que undergone like a globo tímido. “Es una luna, yo la trueno”, anunció Gael saltando con determinación solemne. Mariana se reía. Llevaba un vestido amarillo de linen que el faito movía apenas, como si el día le hubiese Granted the grace of the float, it shines with a golden glow, it shines and it shines, that Héctor can wear it exactly a year before in this garden, it is a promise made with the sincerity of those who have learned it. May life live with the heart disarmed.

The house was intimate, among our friends, the staff of the house, Mariana’s close family and a small improvised flower with a jacaranda tree that was painted with lilac and pasto. In the hub of the guitar. in a banquet place, mole and hot tortillas. In the place of poses, arms long that olían ahogar. Camila, present and present at home, occupied a position of honor on a small table with her photography, a vaso de agua and a ramo de nardos.

When Héctor tossed Mariana’s hand and pronounced it, the breeze seemed to be felt. Ahora las horas tenían otro pulso. The routine was not a protocol, but a latido compartido. Desayuno with migas on the table, naps conquered with cuentos, late nights in the park, nights of baths that ended in salspicaduras and carcajadas. The mansion, which was the house before its mausoleum, was a plural house. Mariana went to the porch with a baby in clear arms, of 8 months, dark eyes like the sweet night, hair of a sweet golden heredado of an abuela of Mariana.

sonreía con las encías al aire, fascinada por los dedos que acababa de uncubrir. “It’s time for the papilla,” Mariana announced with her authority that has changed the destiny of the house. “Ye ustedes, señores cazadores de burbujas, a lavarse las manos.” “¡No!”, protested in unison with Nicolas and Gael, theatrically ofendidos. First more burbujas, more burbujas después de comer”, dictaminó Héctor, recogiendo a Gael con un movimiento que ya no contenía miedo, solo juego. Lo alzó por los aires hasta arrancarle un chillido feliz, “Uno a la vez, si no van me van a tumbar!” The scene was repeated with Nicolás.

The garden rises as if music was composed between all. Notifications about doctor Verónica Ibarra’s office space is on her table and on her back. The investigation progressed more slowly than Héctor wanted, more firm than Verónica hoped for. Salieron a la luz casos viejos, patterns repeated with other apellidos. Hubo declarations, hubo recordings, hubo expedientes que alguien había querido selera bajo cerrojos burocráticos. In the end, justice, has its form cansada, but stubbornly llegó.

8 years of imprisonment for falsification of documents, abuse of authority and conspiracy to separate children from their families. Your license has been revoked without notice. Héctor, that while I was fantasizing about the scenes of revenge, I discovered that the truth was three times nothing, if I saw my house and recognized it as my property. The rest of my husband had a place that didn’t last long when he was young, peaceful. Throughout the night, the family entered the garden to watch the sky.

Mariana envolvía Clara en una manta y los gemelos se costaban sur un cobija de codros. Héctor read a small book and highlighted the constellations that he learned in a book illustrated with the torpedo and the illusion of a late student. When a star flies over the sky, Nicolás takes a deseo with the apreted eyes and Gael preguntaba if the stars are also lloran of joy. Lloran de luz, Mariana replied, and you know that all will result. In the studio, together with Camila’s photo, a silent image appeared for moments.

The first steps of the gems, Mariana’s amarillo dress with jacaranda, Clara’s flower of a small pie stamped in tempera on a card. Between these memories, Héctor saved more intimately, notes that he wrote to Camila in our selected moments when the heart needed to converse with whoever it was. Love, always, as if the tiempo had no argument to change the voice. Hoy Nicolás says that the clouds are covered with cotton and they are opposite.

His vacas pintadas de cielo. Mariana laughed as soon as she left the rods behind. Clara slept with her hand in my heart, just like the first night she had when she died. Did you hear how my voice trembled? Yo also. None of the cards are luminous. Algunas tenían decenas de tachaduras. In the meantime, Héctor allowed himself to confess his second thoughts. Miedo has equivocated, has repeated silently, has already decided to quiero for the loss of routine.

Then I’ll tell you a line from the letter that Camila already had. With this warning, you have to trust that you will be able to recover the burn. Confía en lo que el corazón te diga. Lo hacía. With the costaba, siempre volvía. Los domingos have a ritual of mercado. Mariana guiaba la tropa entre puestos de fruta, saludando a vendedores par numero, regateando aguacates con una maestría que el Consejo de Administration de Salvatierra Holdings habría aplaudido de pie. Los gemelos recogían limones como si fueran tesoros y Clara chupaba una rebanada de mango con embelezo sagrado.

“This is more sweet, I love,” said don Lupe and the fruit to Héctor, without reverences nor miedo. “Para que sus chamacos crezcan cantando. Eso ya lo hacen”, Héctor protested and the puesto enteredo se reía. As a result, the kitchen becomes quadruple of colors. Cilantro picado, tortilla caliente, jitomate efferveciente. Héctor learned his ritmo and with small quemaduras, to fry chilaquiles like the gustaban to Nicolás, crujientes with this rallado that pareciera nieve and huevitos revels with jitomate the style of Gael, very red like the same of viola.

Para Mariana prepares coffee with canela, not perfect, but better every week. Para Clara, papilla con tragos de risa. One day in April, when the area was planted with jacaranda and flowers, the gardener touched the door with a sombrero in hand. “Don Héctor, esto no lo plantamos”, said apuntando at the base of the tree. Salio solo. Era un blanco rosal, tierno y testarudo, brotando exactamente en el sitio donde años atrás Héctor había llorado de rodillas con la carta de Camila hecha un ovillo.

Nadie supo explicarlo, nadie intentó. Mariana lo regó with mimo and Nicolás demanded number. The señora of the garden. Are you mamá”, whispered Héctor more late when the house slept and the rose was shining. O un mensaje suyo. ¿Qué más da el number, Camila? Yo entiendo. Al cumplir 3 años, los gemelos tuvieron fiesta con piñata en el patio. Hubo corridos infantiles a todo volumen, papel picado y paletas de hielo de tamarindo que pintaron lenguas de brown.

Some of Héctor’s friends, some of whom were quedan, were accommodated without difficulty, surprised to feel comfortable in a house that was intimidating before. “Nunca te había visto así”, le dit Ricardo, su socio más antiguo, mientras ataba a globo que parecía disobediente. “De hecho, creo que nunca te había visto.” Héctor sonrió sin defensas. Yo tampoco. The piñata, a burro with an impossible sound, resisted more than the previous ones. Uno tras otro, niños y adults le sestaron golpes con un palo envuelto en cinta.

When at the end it broke, the suelo se volvió lluvia de dulces. Gael gritó, “¡Montaña de tesoros!” And Nicolás, solemnly, distributed to the most small ones before llenar his propia bag. Héctor thought that the generosity that quizá also fades away if one tries to teach it over time. This night, after ordering the kitchen and bathing in the garden, Mariana returned to the door of the studio. Héctor estaba de pie frente al estante, donde la vida había ido cambiando photos viejas por nuevas.

“What do I impress?”, it says that Héctor reads the words of the world, that there is no duel in the same place. Camila, Camila asintió without darkness. Albeit the way it feels like it borders, the way it feels like it flows. Héctor se acercó, le acarició la mejilla con dedos que ya no temblaban. A mí me enseñó a llegar hasta aquí. You teach me in Quedarme. Mariana sang with a brillo that was gratitud and promised. And our children learn to play and turn to drink, connect it.

Clara balbuceó desde la cuna portátil y ambos gyraron con ese reflejo absoluto de padres que ya no negocian prioridades. Héctor la alzó. La baby lo miró like miran los mares sin mapa, sin miedo. Nicolás y Gael, who wants to sleep, is incorporated into the discretion of their travelers. Papa, said Nicolás, “manana podemos ir a ver mariposas amarillas y mojarnos con la lluvia”, agregó Gael calculando travesuras. Si llueve, Héctor responded ceremonioso, y si su madre jefa, de todo lo aprueba.

Mariana finished meditating on biting the lip with the theater. Approved, with conditions. It’s a cuento doble hoy, gritos de Victoria. Héctor welcomed Clara into Mariana’s arms and fell to the gems of his hand. Caminaron hacia la sala as quien entered a capilla. On the sofa, under the warm light of a lamp that covered the domestic moon, Mariana sheltered a book. eligió a story where a father learns to hear the secret idiom of his children and where a woman with trenza and reboso calm tempestades with songs.

Nicolás interrupted to correct the details. Please note that separate voices for each person are welcome. Héctor, a ratos, intervened with chistes malos that ya novergonzaban a nadie. When the voices are heard and the one you hear is weighed down by small children, Mariana cantó. No era la misma nana de Camila y sin embargo lo era. The green girls are displayed where they matter. sostienen, envuelven, inviten to look at the eyes without miedo. Hector said that even though he was more encajaba, not with tension, there was a click of cerradura which was reconoce at the end of the llave.

More late, in your writing, wrote a final letter this night. Amor, hoy Nicolás repartió dulces antes de guardarse los suyos. Gael invented that the women’s clouds and all the creímos. Clara decided to tell my mother and we enjoyed the words that were sufficient to make the world redondo. Mariana cantó y yo supe que la casa ya no es casa, es hogar. I’ll tell you what heart tells me. Hay days that I cuesta, but still no.

Hoy el corazón habla clear. Gracias for following Mariana with our new lives. Gracias por enseñarme desde dónde estés. that in Los Angeles they are also barred by pisos, removiendo culpas, sembrando rosales without permission. No all Los Angeles are yours. With this being a refreshment, a quiet smile and a warm heart. Already the feather, crossed the studio and sheltered the door to the garden. The jacaranda will be left behind in the lilac rain. The white rosal maintains fresh flowers in its whiteness.

At the lejos, the city breathed with its ruido de siempre. And so, the world was born. Héctor alzó the view by a second. This second thing that happened for so long, I believed that Camila was listening to her in the window. No fantasy, no darkness, no light, no light, no light, no light. Cerró los ojos y dijo en silence lo que de tantos modos ya vivía a diario. Gracias. and returned to the room, with the cuento todavía tibio and very few breaths marcaban the ritmo of a green home.