Elena had not left her apartment in four hundred and twelve days.
But one night, a moth flew in through a crack in the window frame. vivir sin miedo
She bought a mango from a cart, ate it standing up, juice running down her wrist. She smiled at a child who was not afraid of anything yet. She crossed the street without counting the cars. Elena had not left her apartment in four
The moth did not answer. It only kept hitting the glass. ate it standing up
She opened it.
“You’ll die out there,” she whispered.
Vivir sin miedo —not as a destination, but as a decision you make again and again, sometimes in the span of a single breath.