{"id":1282,"date":"2026-10-03T02:28:33","date_gmt":"2026-10-03T02:28:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/?p=1282"},"modified":"2026-10-03T02:28:33","modified_gmt":"2026-10-03T02:28:33","slug":"la-ultima-voluntad-de-mi-esposa-fue-que-buscara-a-mi-primer-amor-y-lo-que-descubri-me-quebro-por-dentro-kara","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/?p=1282","title":{"rendered":"La \u00faltima voluntad de mi esposa fue que buscara a mi primer amor, y lo que descubr\u00ed me quebr\u00f3 por dentro kara."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span dir=\"auto\">La habitaci\u00f3n del hospital ol\u00eda a esa mezcla inconfundible de antis\u00e9ptico y la crema de lavanda que Carol siempre guardaba en el bolso. Yo estaba sentado en la silla de vinilo junto a su cama, sosteniendo su mano delgada, mientras las m\u00e1quinas marcaban un ritmo pausado y constante.<\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"65d9740b203271d25373d2de32b363e6\" data-index=\"5\"><\/div>\n<p><span dir=\"auto\">Treinta y seis a\u00f1os de matrimonio se hab\u00edan reducido, sin que supi\u00e9ramos cu\u00e1ndo, a ese peque\u00f1o cuadrado de luz.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span dir=\"auto\">\u2014\u00bfTe acuerdas del columpio del porche? \u2014le pregunt\u00f3 en voz baja.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span dir=\"auto\">Abri\u00f3 los ojos con lentitud.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span dir=\"auto\">\u2014Lo pintaste de verde.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span dir=\"auto\">\u2014Y a nuestra hija le pareci\u00f3 horrible.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span dir=\"auto\">\u2014Ten\u00eda cuatro a\u00f1os. Todo lo que no fuera rosa le parec\u00eda horrible kara.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span dir=\"auto\">Carol sonoramente y enseguida hizo una mueca de dolor. Le apret\u00e9 un poco m\u00e1s la mano.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span dir=\"auto\">Dos d\u00edas antes, el doctor me hab\u00eda llevado al pasillo. Habl\u00f3 con cuidado, midiendo cada palabra, pero solo unas pocas quedaron grabadas en m\u00ed. <\/span><strong><span dir=\"auto\">Se expande.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La habitaci\u00f3n del hospital ol\u00eda a esa mezcla inconfundible de antis\u00e9ptico y la crema de lavanda que Carol siempre guardaba&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1283,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1282","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1282","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1282"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1282\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1284,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1282\/revisions\/1284"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1283"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1282"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1282"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1282"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}