Today she looks at them again. She types hidden mothers and watches them try to disappear before her eyes. Women hidden, women trying to stand aside. Invisible mothers. Camouflaged, staged. And she can’t help but think how, for a long time, she disappeared too. Taking care of Iván, taking care of his father as if he were her son. Out of frame, out of sight. Keeping company, taking care, holding out. Sustaining others, with no one sustaining her.
