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Inez stood in front of her mirror, carefully threading a silver hoop earring through her ear. The early morning light seeped through her window, casting a golden glow over her bedroom. Her dark hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders as she reached for her brush, smoothing down a few stray strands. The house was still mostly quiet, the faint sounds of her father moving around in the kitchen the only thing breaking the silence.
She had just started applying mascara when a knock came at her door-followed immediately by it swinging open.
"Buenos días, mija," her father, Alberto, greeted, stepping inside with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. His voice was warm but carried its usual roughness, a tone shaped by years of early mornings and hard work.
Inez glanced at him through the mirror and gave a small smile. "Morning, Papá."
Alberto leaned against the doorframe, studying her for a moment before raising a brow. "¿Lista para la escuela?" (Ready for school?)
Inez hesitated, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. She hadn't expected him to ask, but of course, he would. It wasn't like she could avoid the topic forever.
"I don't know," she admitted, finally turning to face him. "I'm still thinking about it."
Alberto frowned slightly, stepping further into the room. "Pensé que querías volver en persona." (I thought you wanted to go back in person.)
"I did," Inez said, shifting her weight onto one foot. "But now...I don't know. Homeschooling doesn't seem so bad either."
Alberto studied her for a long moment, his dark eyes scanning her face like he was trying to read her thoughts. Then, with a sigh, he took a slow sip of his coffee before speaking.
