“I know,” Javier replied. But it is also our life. Sometimes I feel like we don’t have space anymore. Everything revolves around her.
That phrase pierced me like a needle.
“Everything revolves around her.”
Never in my life had I wanted to be a burden to anyone.
Much less for my own daughter.
I stood there for a few more seconds, my heart pounding. Then I returned to my room without making a sound.
That night I didn’t sleep.
I sat on the bed staring at the window. From the top floor of the building, thousands of city lights could be seen. Cars passing by, buildings lit up, people who probably knew nothing about each other’s lives.
I thought of my house in Oaxaca.
In the silence of the courtyard at dawn.
In the lemon tree my husband had planted.
I also thought about the day I arrived in Mexico City believing that I was beginning a quiet stage of my life.
And I understood something very simple.
