I carry within me the echoes of yesterdays, fragments of memories that I never laid to rest. These pasts linger, unburied, whispering their stories in the quiet moments.

There are nights when your daughter unravels, piece by piece, as if the weight of the world is too much to bear. Yet, with the dawn, she finds a way to stitch herself back together, emerging anew with the morning light.

©️ Beatriz Esmer