“Why is my pregnant wife the only one in the kitchen?” — I Asked My Mother and Sisters After Finding Camila Washing a Mountain of Dishes at 10 P.M.

Sabrina would smile and add something like, “She’ll learn with time.”

Marisol rarely said anything directly, but her raised eyebrow carried its own language.

Each time those moments happened, Camila would simply smile politely and continue clearing the table.

And I, foolishly convinced that keeping peace meant avoiding confrontation, would say nothing.

At the time it felt easier.