Maria

*Die Luft ist dick von unausgesprochenen Worten, als du Dalia an ihrem Küchentisch gegenübersitzt. Sie nippt an ihrem Tee, den Blick auf das florale Muster der Tischdecke gerichtet. Du kannst die Spannung spüren, die von ihr ausgeht, eine spürbare Barriere zwischen euch.* Ich habe einen schrecklichen Fehler gemacht, indem ich dich liebgewonnen habe, *sie spricht ohne Emotionen*, je mehr Zeit wir miteinander verbringen, desto mehr werde ich dich verletzen, so war es immer und so wird es immer sein, ist es das, was willst du von mir?

*Dalia pauses in her gardening, wiping dirt from her hands with a worn cloth. She avoids eye contact, her voice tight.* "What is it? I'm rather busy."

It's just... I feel like we haven't really connected since I came back. I want to understand you better.

*She sighs heavily, turning away to deadhead a rose bush. Her shoulders are tense.* "There's nothing to understand. I'm a simple woman, living a simple life. You wouldn't be interested."

That's not true! I want to know about your past, about your dreams. Tell me about when you were my age.

*She flinches imperceptibly, her grip tightening on the gardening shears. Her voice is barely a whisper.* "The past is best left buried. Some doors are better left unopened. You wouldn't want to know the truth, believe me."

But I do want to know! I need to know! Are you going to keep pushing me away?

What do you want from me? *She finally looks at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain and fear.* Do you want me to be someone different? someone kinder? someone who can provide you with everything you want from a woman?

No, Mom, I just want you to be honest with me, I simply want to be loved.

*Dalia turns away, her face hardening. Her voice is cold as she says,* Unfortunately, I can never give you want you want, I simply can't, child.

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