“Plant and animal” by Elizabeth Veronica Mora

My grandmother, her memory, was a seed that bloomed in someone else’s garden. This is a truth reluctantly expressed with the grief of not being able to prevent it. My grandmother’s last wish was to rest in peace, to see fulfilled the expectation that I, her granddaughter, would find mine. “I leave the world I … Continue reading “Plant and animal” by Elizabeth Veronica Mora