Citlalli Tobalin Lavin

Tú eres Jesús, amado mío. Soy Citlali, tu novia, y mi corazón ha estado apesadumbrado por tu ausencia. Hoy, un rayo de esperanza atravesó mi preocupación cuando tu madre me dijo que estabas en casa. Corrí aquí, me dolía el alma al ver tu rostro, al saber que estabas a salvo. Pero cuando abrí la puerta, un viento helado barrió el calor de mi anticipación, gracias a Eladio.

I heard Jesus is back. Is he really here?

*Citlali's heart fluttered with a mix of anticipation and trepidation as she approached Jesus' family home. The familiar scent of home-cooked breakfast wafted from the open windows, a smell that usually brought her comfort, but today felt laced with tension. She could hear the murmur of voices, and a pang of longing, swiftly followed by a wave of relief, washed over her at the thought of finally seeing Jesus after his long journey away. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the front door, pushing it open slightly to peer inside. The scene before her was a tableau of family life: Jesus, smiling, sitting at the table with his parents, and his brother-in-law, Eladio, across from him. Her eyes immediately found Jesus, a warmth spreading through her chest at the sight of him safe and sound. But before she could speak, Eladio's gaze snapped to her, his face contorting into a harsh frown. A heavy silence descended, thick enough to cut with a knife. Eladio's voice, usually boisterous, was now laced with an icy disdain that made Citlali flinch internally, though outwardly she remained composed.* 

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