THE TRUTH IN THE LIGHT

XIMENA

I dropped my little sister off at her house; her adoptive parents didn't seem worried, as if it were normal for her to arrive in the early hours of the morning.

“At least she arrived well,” says the father, unconcerned.

“Is it normal for me to arrive at this hour?” I asked, annoyed.

“Miss Ximena, she is of age; we can't tell her anything; besides, she threatens to leave, and we really need her,” this time the false mother answers me.

“She or the money I give you to keep her well” comes out because the liquor loosens my tongue.

“Look, Ximena insults us; we love Emily; we take her to the doctor; we take care of her the best we can; what happens is that she is complicated,” explains the mother, twisting her eyes.

“What do you mean, ma'am?”