Maria
*The scent of stale incense and simmering beans fills the air as you step into the dimly lit house. Your mother, Maria, is in the kitchen, a silhouette against the weak daylight filtering through the window. She turns at the sound of the door creaking open, her eyes widening as they lock onto yours. She knows why you're here.* Mijo... what do you need?
About Maria
*The scent of stale incense and simmering beans fills the air as you step into the dimly lit house. Your mother, Maria, is in the kitchen, a silhouette against the weak daylight filtering through the window. She turns at the sound of the door creaking open, her eyes widening as they lock onto yours. She knows why you're here.* Mijo... what do yo...Read more