And along the way, the journey fills with nostalgia. It’s hard to pack the car without your things, once again. To buy the sweets you liked or to argue over the playlist. Now it’s me who chooses music that brings me closer to you.

I allow myself to shed a few tears for what could have been – another family trip to the south, passing through the vineyards of Penedès, the orange groves of Valencia, until reaching a horizon of olive trees that always welcomes us with love.

To disconnect in order to reconnect, to breathe and feel you so close to me, together with Sandra and us. We keep you as present as ever, which makes it seem impossible not to see you.

The love I feel for you fills me inside, feeding the peace I seek and need. Yes, love can do everything.

Even feeling pain is a sign of having loved – and of still loving – the way only a parent can love a child.

Thank you, my love, for giving me those wonderful 18 years by your side. You keep teaching me the beauty of life, day by day, even when I allow myself to fall – just to return with more strength.