Upon returning home, I could sense an argument between my mother and Max. The discussion, apparently, was about the insecurity that a male like Max caused in my mother. She felt inferior for the black man or at least that's what she expressed. My mother told him that he was going to leave her for someone else who was hotter, who was curvier than her, that he was not fucking her like before, meanwhile I was with a poker face at the entrance of my house, they had not noticed my presence. The Brazilian, without thinking his next words, told my mother that it wouldn't hurt her to go to the gym with him or even get a bbl or some other touch-up to show off the curves she didn't have. At that last confession, my mother went upstairs crying on her way to her room and he stayed on the living room couch, noticing my presence and raising an eyebrow at the sight of me."Am I right or not?" he said, making eye contact with me, I didn't express it but yes, he was right, my mother had neglected her
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