The Morning That Began With Anger
A House Still Demanding, A Woman Already Exhausted
The wedding had barely ended when Mrs. Reyes collapsed into bed, too tired to even remove her apron. But sleep lasted only a few hours.
At 5 a.m., she was awake again.
The house was still dusty. The kitchen still greasy. Guests had left behind crumbs, stains, disorder.
By 11 a.m., her back was bent from exhaustion. Yet upstairs—silence.
No footsteps.
No water running.
No voices.
Her irritation began to simmer.
“Daughter-in-law! Come down and prepare the food!” she shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
No answer.
