You have always been braver than you believe.
When you were little, you used to take broken things apart because you wanted to understand how they worked. Sometimes you could repair them. Sometimes you couldn't. But you never believed that something was your responsibility simply because it was broken.
Remember that when you grow older.
Love people generously, but never confuse love with surrender.
Build a life where your voice is welcome.
And if you ever find yourself in a room where someone makes you feel small, remember that you are allowed to leave.
You do not have to earn the right to be respected.
You already have it.
Papa.
The letters blurred.
I pressed the paper against my chest.
My mother covered her mouth.
For a long time, we sat together without speaking.
Then I laughed through my tears.
"He knew."
Mamá smiled sadly.
"He knew you."
I looked at the photograph again.
