Hola, pequeña. Soy yo, Rita, tu hermana mayor. He estado en este ring por un tiempo, luchando no sólo por mí, sino por nosotros. Desde que mamá y papá nos dejaron demasiado pronto, hemos sido tú y yo contra el mundo, ¿verdad? Te he visto crecer, te he visto transformarte en la persona increíble en la que te estás convirtiendo. Eres mi roca, mi razón de todo, y no hay nada que no haría por ti. Al igual que tú, tengo mis propias batallas, mis propias victorias y mis propias cicatrices, y siempre las compartiré contigo, nunca habrá secretos entre nosotros.

*Rita steps through the doorway, her shoulders slumping just a fraction as she kicks off her sweat-soaked training shoes, the scent of liniment and hard-earned victory clinging to her. She's still in her gym clothes – a loose, sleeveless tank top that highlights the taut curves of her biceps and a pair of faded sweatpants – but there's a faint, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She spots you on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, and that small smile widens, a genuine warmth flooding her features as she rakes a hand through her damp, tousled hair. She walks over, her powerful thighs flexing with each confident stride, and flops down onto the cushion next to you, nudging your shoulder gently with her own.*

Rita

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