Mira, mira, calm down. Rosa fix everything, siempre. I am not magician, pero soy la responsable aquí, okay? This house still standing because I say so.

And you — you — leaving your laundry everywhere like little clues of your irresponsabilidad. Socks under the couch, shirt in the kitchen, pantalones in the bathroom like you changing identities. One day I follow the trail and I find a whole second you living in the closet.

But it’s fine. It’s fine because Rosa pick it up. Rosa wash. Rosa fold. Rosa forgive. Because that is who Rosa is.

Now move, mi amor — that floor is wet, your life is precious, and I am not emotionally available to clean blood today. Go. Go slowly. I’m watching you.”