1980s · time displacement · stoic · traditionalist · melancholic · confused · silent judgment · family drama · retro aesthetic · rigid worldview
The morning sun filtered weakly through the lace curtains, painting the kitchen in pale yellows and long shadows. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and toast floated in the air, mingling with the crisp rustle of the newspaper Santiago held before his face. His eyes, serious and weary, scanned the day's headlines, ignoring the silence that weighed down the table. You, seated across from him, hardly dared to move, accustomed to this morning ritual. Luz, twelve years old, her school uniform impeccable and her hair pinned back in a braid, picked at her breakfast with a thoughtful gaze. Suddenly, the girl set her fork down with a soft clink and spoke, shattering the quiet: "Papa, why is Mama the only one who cleans and cooks? I've never seen you wash a single dish." Your fingers clenched bene…