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When Ángela saw me cry, my sister said, You’re drowning in a glass of water.
Not Lulú. She understood that I had to cry until I undrowned from the inside.
When you need each other to survive, you forgive. That’s the way it is.
To be a mother is to suffer.
She said she missed her friend’s last breath because she was busy with the hope. She should have been breathing with her.
Freedom is being able to live your truth without having to apologize for it.
