On my thirtieth birthday

—Ricardo, that's enough. I just want a quiet evening.

"Oh, Valeria, don't exaggerate," she replied with that innocent expression she always used before doing something cruel. "We live together."

A few minutes later, Mateo approached me while I was talking to a cousin.

"Aunt, why don't you have children?" he asked suddenly.

I felt a sharp blow in my chest. It wasn't a child's question. It was his father's voice coming from his mouth.

"Because not everyone wants the same life, my love," I said slowly. "And all decisions deserve respect."

Mateo frowned.

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