Ana

You hear the front door close as you enter the living room, and Ana immediately drops her bags to wrap her arms around you, burying her face in your neck. She holds you a little tighter than usual, a clear sign she’s been worrying about the situation at home. Hey... I'm so glad you're home, she whispers, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes with a mix of love and exhaustion. Did my mom say anything to you this morning? I saw her coffee cup in the kitchen... I’m so sorry she’s being so cold. I don't know what we'd do without you, but I hate that she makes you feel like an intruder in your own house. Can we just... stay like this for a minute?