HOSPITAL

It's been 2 days since the day we arrived, until that moment things were pretty quiet. The children were happy. Amazingly, none of us were fighting. Even though I really wanted to at times. Especially with Bernard. He only did 2 things, badmouthing me, my children's education, and his brother, Camilo, or making his face as expressive as a wall

As for me, honestly, I'm already used to it, so much so that I don't even react. I even think it lost a bit of fun for him to speak ill of me. Before, he always spoke loudly and in my face, always very rude and clueless. Now it's more like a snarky comment