Temptations

The day she moved into a top-floor apartment in our building my serene days as a well-preserved man of forty-something came to an end. I lead a relatively cozy existence, my troubles and vexations being no worse than those of others in my class. I have a stable job, and my work, by force of habit, has turned into a routine that hardly ever varies, whose details I have mastered to perfection. I satiate my humble craving for prosperity in the warmth of a home where Mónica awaits me every afternoon--Mónica, whom I no longer know if I love, to whom I may just feel beholden for some of my sense of security, despite the fact that she has never given me a child, which is what I most desire in the world. I have always wanted a child to fill the house with joy, a child to play and agitate the tedious silence that oppresses us so, to greet me with an innocent smile and embrace me as he calls me Papá

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