Listen, my dear, to these whispered truths. Life, like a fragile bird, perches upon your shoulder. It is precious, fleeting—a delicate dance of moments. You must grasp each one, every little whiff of existence that passes by. It will not be easy; certainty eludes us. Not now, and not in the vast expanse of your unimaginable future. But do not be surprised. Instead, embrace the stiff winds that sweep across your path, and ascend the lonely heights with courage.

Remember your name. Etch it into the fabric of your being. Never turn away from the bright course simply because it is hard. No, my child, love fiercely. Scrape out the bottom of your soul and pour forth love—for yourself, for others, for the world. When you find that rare soul who ignites your spirit, risk everything. Die a thousand deaths to hold them close. Do not look back; forge ahead with unwavering determination.

As the years weave their tapestry, older than I will ever be, blow on the embers of that first heroic choice. Feel the warmth, the sustenance it provides. Someday, you will cradle your own child, a gift wrapped in flesh and wonder. Remember this: they are your greatest treasure. Speak to them of love, of courage, of the beauty that resides in the smell of good machines, old leather, and fresh air. Teach them to care for the few things that matter, to learn how they work, to find beauty in simplicity.

And when you walk alone, under the autumn canopy, with trees tossing in the sunset’s golden embrace, know that I would give everything to walk beside you. I am there, in the light filtering through the branches, loving you where I see you. My time here wanes, but my love remains—an eternal flame that dances across the years.

All my love, forever and ever,
Mom ❤️🙏🏾

©️ Beatriz Esmer