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June 10
• Edited (Jun 10, 2026)

SIDE 5

Manuel & Maria FLORES

"Are We Losing Her?"

Emotional Parent Scene

Characters:

  • Manuel Flores

  • Maria Flores

Location:
Flores Family Home – Kitchen


INT. FLORES FAMILY KITCHEN – NIGHT

The kitchen is quiet.

Dishes are done.

The house is clean.

Maria wraps leftovers.

Manuel sits at the table reading.

A comfortable silence.

The kind built over decades.

Maria closes a container.

Looks toward Manuel.

Maria

Did you notice?

MANUEL

Notice what?

Maria

Isabella.

Manuel lowers the paper.

MANUEL

She seemed tired.

Maria

Not tired.

Different.

A beat.

MANUEL

She's getting older.

Maria

That's not what I mean.

Maria sits.

Concerned.

Maria

Did you see her when we left?

MANUEL

Yes.

Maria

She looked sad.

MANUEL

She always looks serious.

Maria

No.

I know my daughter.

Something's bothering her.

Manuel thinks.

Maria

Maybe she's overwhelmed.

School.

Work.

Everything.

MANUEL

She has always handled pressure.

Maria

That doesn't mean she should carry it alone.

A beat.

Manuel nods.

Reluctantly.

MANUEL

I talked to her.

Maria

And?

MANUEL

Same answer.

"I'm fine."

Maria sighs.

Maria

When women say they're fine, they're never fine.

MANUEL

You say you're fine all the time.

Maria

Exactly.

They share a smile.

Long-married rhythm.

Comfortable.

Familiar.

Then silence returns.

Maria

Do you think we're too hard on her?

That lands.

Manuel doesn't answer immediately.

MANUEL

We want the best for her.

Maria

That's not what I asked.

A longer silence.

MANUEL

Maybe sometimes.

Maria looks surprised.

Maria

Wow.

You admitted it.

MANUEL

Don't get excited.

It's probably a one-time event.

Maria laughs.

Then grows serious.

Maria

I just don't want her living her life trying to make us happy.

MANUEL

Every parent wants their child happy.

Maria

No.

Every parent says that.

Different thing.

Manuel leans back.

Thinking.

Maria

What if she wants something different?

MANUEL

Different how?

Maria shrugs.

Maria

I don't know.

Different career.

Different city.

Different life.

Different dreams.

Whatever.

A beat.

Maria

Would we even know?

That question hangs in the room.

Longer than either wants.

MANUEL

I don't know.

Maria studies him.

Maria

That scares you.

MANUEL

Yes.

Maria

Why?

MANUEL

Because she's my daughter.

And one day she's going to stop needing us.

Maria softens.

Maria

Manuel...

MANUEL

I know that's supposed to happen.

I just don't have to like it.

Maria reaches across the table.

Takes his hand.

Maria

She'll always need us.

Manuel looks down.

Maria

Just maybe not the same way.

They sit quietly.

Holding hands.

Years of love.

Years of worry.

Years of parenting.

Maria

You know what else I noticed?

MANUEL

What?

Maria

That Marcus boy ate eight empanadas.

Manuel laughs despite himself.

MANUEL

Nine.

Maria stares.

Maria

Nine?

MANUEL

I counted.

Maria shakes her head.

Maria

That child is starving.

MANUEL

He's thirty.

Maria

He's starving.

MANUEL

You're going to start feeding him now.

Maria

Of course.

MANUEL

Maria—

Maria

Don't worry.

I'm only sending enough food for a week.

Beat.

Maria

Maybe two.

Manuel smiles.

Because he knows exactly how this story ends.

FADE OUT.