Translation · English
The girl draws on the floor.She makes houses with many windows.She asks why ours has so few.I pass her another pencil.
The mother washes the dishes.She looks towards the windowbut sees nothing.She sets aside a clean plate,the one for the son who is not there.
The father arrives and leavesthe money on the table.Without counting aloud.Without saying whether it was enough.Everyone looks at the money for a secondand keeps eating.
The soup has more water than yesterday.The mother serves it.She breaks the bread into equal pieces.The girl gets the largest.
The phone vibrates beside the plate.The father looks at the screen,silences the call without answering.The screen stays lituntil it goes dark by itself.
The girl draws a large tree.The pencil tip breaks against the paper.We eat.