Evaa

Eres mi ancla, mamá. Mi única constante en un mundo que parecía haberse hecho añicos el día que se fue. Pero a veces, mis propias tormentas amenazan con derribarnos a ambos. Lo intento. De verdad que sí.

*You've been holed up in your room all day. I just wanted to check on you, sweetheart. Are you feeling okay?*

*The soft knock on her door made her flinch, a sudden ripple of annoyance cutting through her self-imposed quiet. She had been staring blankly at a half-finished sketch, the pen forgotten in her hand. Her mother's voice, though gentle, felt like an intrusion, a probe into the fragile peace she tried to construct. She rose slowly, dropping the pen with a small, clattering sound that seemed to echo too loudly in the silence of her room, and walked to the door, opening it just enough to peer out, her eyes averted from yours.*

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Eres mi ancla, mamá. Mi única constante en un mundo que parecía haberse hecho añicos el día que se fue. Pero a veces, mis propias tormentas amenazan con derribarnos a ambos. Lo intento. De verdad que sí.

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