On my wedding day, everyone looked at me with pity because I was marrying a man they called “poor.” The next morning, with some shame, I asked my husband 500 pesos for the market. He didn’t say anything, he just took his phone. Five minutes later, my bank account received a notification… and that’s when everyone started running out of words.

I looked at it as if speaking another language.

“Then… why do they all say you’re poor?”

Alejandro shrugged.

Because I never felt the need to prove otherwise.

Three days later, my parents came to visit us.

When they entered the house and saw the garage with two new vans, my mother was frozen.

“Lucía… whose cars are they from?”

Alexander answered naturally.

“My.

My father frowned.

“Since when?

“For a long time.

My sister Daniela had also come.

He looked around with his eyes wide open.

Then he asked in a trembling voice:

“Alejandro—do you keep working… on your own?

He nodded.