Tia shot me a glare. Her big eyes that were decorated with green eyeshadow flashed with irritation as she scolded, “Enough already. Is a grown man nagging like this? Go and make dinner. I’m starving."
A bitter resentment swelled inside me, but there was nowhere to vent it.
Silently, I strapped my daughter’s walker near the kitchen door and started preparing the ingredients.
My wounds from tumbling down the mountain were still fresh, the skin raw and unhealed. After an entire day of climbing, I hadn’t even had a sip of water. The words my parents said on the mountain echoed in my mind and made my heart ache even more.
My heart is getting sadder and sadder. For me, the house had become more like a cold, lifeless prison. These were supposed to be the people closest to me. And yet, the only person they ever smiled at was Mateo.
I gritted my teeth as I prepared the food. Is this really the life I am meant to live?
Mateo's laughter that erupted from the living room, pulled me back to the past.
When we were kids, my mother had always favored Mateo. Back then, we still lived in my grandparents’ house with my aunt.