Portada Trabajo — Universidad

She printed the cover page first, alone. The cheap ink smudged near her thumb. It wasn't perfect. But as she slid it into the clear plastic sleeve, she realized: the portada was not a mask. It was a door she had built herself, with borrowed tools and trembling hands.

It was supposed to be simple. A formality. But the cover page was the first thing Professor Méndez would see. The first judgment . portada trabajo universidad

(The Cost of a Dream)

Below that, in small letters: Trabajo Final – Sociología . Her name. Her father's name, too, as a dedication she would later erase. She printed the cover page first, alone