Tous les jours

The rice and beans were already ready and laid out on the table. She had just grilled the meat, like every day, but it was not always so easy to swallow despair disguised as hope or wear a smile instead of bursting into tears.

El arroz y los frijoles ya estaban listos y puestos sobre la mesa, ella acababa de asar la carne, como todos los días, pero no siempre era tan fácil tragar la desesperación disfrazada de esperanza o llevar una sonrisa en lugar de llorar.

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