Mi hermanastro, por Hiina Uchiha

La cena estaba sabrosa, la comida bajaba por mi garganta fría, savoreándola.

Yo no sabía cocinar - y mi madre tampoco. Era siempre afuera. Estuve acostumbrada a su mirada nerviosa, esperando la entrega. Durante días afortunados era pizza.

A lo largo de la cena vi a mi padre sonreír en la esquina de su boca a Mikoto. Parecía como si ellos tuvieran su propio lenguaje secreto, en señas.

Yo hubiera salido de mi silla y me hubiera ido si es que no estubieran hablando.

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The food melted in my mouth, crumbling into light savoryness.

I could not cook - and my mother didn't, either. It was always take-out. I was used to seeing her calling nervously into the telephone for delivery. On lucky days it was pizza. Unlucky days, some exotic food no one ever liked.

All along the dinner I saw my father smile in the corner of his mouth at Mikoto. It was like they held their own, secret sign language.

I would have pushed away my chair and bolted upstairs if I was not frozen in place.

Le voy a mandar un MP a heavenly a ver qué me dice. No sé si esto se considera como plagio y se va a PLAP.

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