At my graduation, while everyone was toasting my sister, I heard my father laugh: “Let’s see if she finds something she’s actually good at now.” I was still wearing my gown while the room applauded.

graduated today too,” he said, almost as though he had suddenly remembered.

“Audiovisual Communication.”

He lifted his glass again.

“Let’s hope she finally finds something she’s actually good at.”

People laughed.

Lucía counted seventeen.

Her mother didn’t stop him.

She smiled.

Clara lowered her glass and started to protest, but Lucía had already looked down.

She didn’t cry there.