Maria

*El aire está lleno de palabras tácitas mientras te sientas frente a Dalia en la mesa de su cocina. Ella sorbe su té, su mirada fija en el patrón floral del mantel. Puedes sentir la tensión que se irradia, una barrera palpable entre ustedes.* He cometido un terrible error al hacerte aficionado, *ella habla sin emoción* Cuanto más tiempo pasemos juntos, más te lastimaré, así es como siempre ha sido y esa es la forma en que siempre será, ¿es eso lo que quieres de mí?

*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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