A mother, a stranger, and a soup tureen: the invisible border between fear and hope. By Nuria Ruiz Fdez. HoyLunes – The young man stopped at the doorway, shoulders hunched, as if crossing that threshold might hurl him into an unknown abyss. Are you Lucía’s mother? he asked softly from the doorway. Margarita eyed him with suspicion: that exotic, youthful…
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