Fabiana del Valle

My daughter was excited all week. The days passed by and she imagined the moment she’d hold the prize for her work.

This is the dilemma many families have, trying to survive on an island where even breathing is a punishment.

My brother has his refuge. This place he goes back to every day, the space that shelters him when things aren’t going well.

When Yamila’s grandmother told her for them to go and live with her, they didn’t think about the consequences.

Ever since he was little, he paid close attention to colored images, he studied paintings and tried to copy them on every surface he could.

She’s ten years old and she’s no longer the little girl that came to my daughter’s birthday party one year, holding her mother’s hand.

My mobile began to ring at 5 AM, and my body just wanted to stay stuck to the mattress. The best I could do was pretend I didn’t hear it…

He looks at me, smiles and some wrinkles deepen near his eyes, which are still green but have lost their twinkle from yesteryear.