She nods, as if she fully understands that distance can also be a form of self-love.
And every time I remember that phrase from Ofelia —“if you and your daughter live or die, we don’t care anymore”— it doesn’t break me the same way.
Because time did its thing.
We live.
We grew up.
We matter.
And it was they who, too late, had to learn it on their knees in front of the door they once closed on our dignity.
