Se trataba de tener la libertad de tomar decisiones.
Él había tratado de darme esa libertad.
I had nearly handed it away.
But I had found my way back.
That winter, I began doing things I had postponed for years.
I visited friends without checking whether Lucas needed me home.
I took a painting class.
I spent weekends in the mountains.
Reemplacé las pesadas cortinas de la sala de estar por otras más ligeras que dejaban que la luz del sol de la tarde llenara la casa.
Pequeños cambios.
Cambios ordinarios.
Pero todos me recordaron que mi vida no había terminado en el aeropuerto.
It had simply changed direction.
Some nights were still difficult.
Había canciones que no podía escuchar.
Restaurantes que he evitado.
Photographs I wasn’t ready to throw away.
Healing wasn’t a straight line.
Some mornings, I felt strong.
Other mornings, I still cried.
