＂No Puedo Vivir En Esta Pocilga, Terminamos＂, Dijo Mi Novia Después De Visitar La Casa De Mis Pa

It wasn't a scream I remember most from that day. It was the way she placed the keys on the table and looked around one last time. “I can't live in this pigsty, we're over,” my girlfriend said after visiting my parents' house. No one responded immediately. My mother continued arranging photographs on a shelf. My father watched from the window as if he hadn't heard anything. “I can't live in this pigsty, we're over,” my girlfriend repeated after visiting my parents' house, and something in the air shifted. I didn't question it at first. I thought it was just anger. Just a bad afternoon. But there was something strange about the way she avoided looking at certain corners of the house. Something felt different. When she left, the door closed softly. Afterward, conversations became shorter. Years of memories remained where they were, but the meaning of that visit seemed to hang in the air, as if no one wanted to name it.