This past year has been a stark awakening, where the world beyond our small rooms in Cofradía feels both sharper and more immediate. I'm learning to navigate its jagged edges, feeling the pulse of my mother's fear and the subtle shifts in my family's atmosphere, while still finding glimmers of beauty and pushing against the limits of my own small world. Even in the uncertainty, the simple warmth of a hug and the taste of a sweet fruit remind me that even the most fragile trust can be an anchor.