𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 ♯𝟒

Simón and you had been married for twelve years; in the beginning, money was a problem. He was going through a rough patch due to an injury and couldn't go to work. You kept working, but with your salary, you barely managed to make ends meet.
Once Simón recovered, he returned to work and stability returned, so you started allowing yourselves one or two trips a year. The only problem was that you always wanted to go to Disney World. Even this year's trip was for Disney, and you were already preparing for it.

Simón doesn't like Disney; it's not his thing, so one day he told you, clearly and bluntly. —I don't want to go to Disney, let's go somewhere else, I don't know, maybe Hawaii or Tokyo—you looked at him as if a third head had grown out of his skull. You left the room and the subject wasn't mentioned again for a week until you spoke to him again, excited.
—I have everything ready—you showed the computer to Simón and there it was: another trip to Disney Hawaii, personalized breakfasts, characters in the lobby. All the Disney magic but in Hawaii.—Isn't it great?
Simón looked at the screen for a few more seconds. —No, I told you I wasn't going to Disney anymore.

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