i always wondered why she never talked about it. and i never dared to ask. because there are some things that need no explanation. no rationalization. they just don't make sense. and talking about them doesn't really help.
but it's hard because it's still in the back of my mind 24/7. but talking about it brings back unwanted feelings. fear, mostly.
when i was little my mom always told me not to be scared of anything except God. but what if that fear is so huge, so aplastante que te paraliza? que no te deja pensar? i always thought about the future with hope, con impaciencia for all the great things ahead of us. i don't like being scared. because now i know that anything can happen to anyone. and i might not be strong enough.