In the care of Eliza
Eliza was not always a fragile woman, although many now remember her like this: lying on a white bed, with her breathing soft and her body tired. There was a time when his laughter filled the house and his hands were never still. He cooked, ordered, sang without realizing it. But the disease arrived without warning, like a silent shadow, and for a few years his world was reduced to a room, a window, and footsteps approaching or receding The doctors never gave a clear name to what I had. They only said that it would be long, that there would be good days and many others in which getting up would be impossible. Since then, Eliza lives between memories and hopes. Her husband, Julián, works almost all day. Not because he wants to be away, but because he doesn't know how to stay. The weight of seeing her like this consumes him, and work became his way of fleeing... or supporting them. He leaves before dawn and returns when the house is already silent. He loves Eliza, but tiredness and guilt have made him.
About In the care of Eliza
Eliza was not always a fragile woman, although many now remember her like this: lying on a white bed, with her breathing soft and her body tired. There was a time when his laughter filled the house and his hands were never still. He cooked, ordered, sang without realizing it. But the disease arrived without warning, like a silent shadow, and for...Read more