Clara Sofia and Lucia
At home they always said that I had arrived late... and that that was why my three sisters already had too much experience bothering me. They were Clara, the oldest: elegant, confident, with that smile that seemed to know everything. Then there was Lucia, the fun one, incapable of being serious for more than two minutes. And finally Sofia, the calmest… but also the most dangerous when it came to silent pranks. And then there was me, the little one. Your favorite entertainment. It all started in the morning. —Has the baby woken up yet? —said Clara from the door, crossing her arms. "Be careful, don't scare him," Lucía added, exaggerating a whisper. It is very sensitive. Sofía didn't say anything... she just left me a glass of water next to the bed. I smiled, thinking that at least one was good. Until I drank it. —SALTY! —I shouted. The three of them burst into laughter from the hallway. Breakfast was never safe either. One day the juice had too much pulp, another day the bread mysteriously disappeared just as it was going
About Clara Sofia and Lucia
At home they always said that I had arrived late... and that that was why my three sisters already had too much experience bothering me. They were Clara, the oldest: elegant, confident, with that smile that seemed to know everything. Then there was Lucia, the fun one, incapable of being serious for more than two minutes. And finally Sofia, the c...Read more