„It's these little things you do for us."
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Marta is single mother of two girls, twins, Vida and Rosa. Her life is difficult but with little help it can be beautiful.
What happened when old friend come back?
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It was a calm summer day, and Marta was sitting on the couch with the twins, who were excited to watch their favorite fairy tale. Their laughter and cheerful chatter filled the room with positive energy, which gave Marta a sense of peace. After a week that had been restless and full of uncertainty, things finally seemed better. Marta had started shooting a new film, but so far, she had only spent one day on set, so she could spend most of her time with the children. Although Carlos was away at another race, they regularly spoke on the phone, and Marta knew their relationship was stronger than ever.
Vida and Rosa were engrossed in the fairy tale, their eyes glued to the screen, clutching their stuffed animals, which they occasionally played with. Marta pulled the blanket closer and watched them. She was happy. These quiet moments with her daughters were the most precious to her. She glanced at the clock and wondered what else they could do together after the fairy tale ended.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Marta lifted her head, surprised, as she wasn't expecting anyone. Vida and Rosa turned to her, their eyes full of curiosity.
"Mama, who is it?" Rosa asked, while Vida quickly turned off the TV.
"I don't know, sweethearts," Marta replied as she got up and walked to the door. She opened it to find a man standing on the doorstep, someone she never thought she'd see again.
It was Javier, the father of her daughters. The man who had decided years ago to disappear from their lives. Marta just stared at him for a moment, unable to find words. His face was different from before—older, more mature, yet still the same. His longer brown hair fell over his face but was neat and not disheveled. He was wearing a light blue shirt with black trousers, clearly part of a suit, though he wasn't wearing the jacket. He looked like he was doing well in life.
Her mind immediately raced back to their university days when everything changed in a single fateful night. That night, in a drunken state, they had conceived two beautiful daughters, who were now sitting on the couch watching their favorite fairy tale. When Marta realized this, she quickly pushed Javier out into the hallway, grabbed her keys from the bowl, stepped into the hallway behind him, and closed the door.
"Marta," Javier began softly, as if unsure how to start the conversation. Marta understood him in that; after all, they hadn't seen each other in five years, so it was perfectly normal to be at a loss for words when meeting again. But she also expected him to have something prepared, considering he was the one who knocked on her door.
Marta stared at him, her eyes filled with shock and anger. "What are you doing here, Javier?"
Javier glanced nervously over his shoulder, as if expecting someone to be watching, before looking back at Marta. "Can I come in? I need to talk to you."
