Why did I write this book?

Some stories are born of joy, others of the silence that remains after a storm. This book was born that way.

I wrote it amidst questions that didn't always have answers, on long nights where the heart remembers what time cannot erase. Every word was an attempt to embrace memory, to give voice to the feelings that often remain trapped in the soul.

Writing became a refuge. In these pages, I discovered that even pain can transform into something that accompanies others, that tears can also water seeds of hope, and that the most fragile stories sometimes carry the most light within them.

I didn't write this book to explain life, because life has mysteries that only God understands. I wrote it to share a journey: the journey of a heart that learned that love doesn't disappear, that memory can also be a sacred place, and that even in the darkest moments there's always a gentle breeze capable of reminding us that we are still here.

If any of these words find a space in your heart, then this book will have already fulfilled its purpose.