Tocando A Mi Hermana Dormida [patched]

As I stand there, touching my sister's hand, I am also reminded of the transient nature of life. These moments, like the phases of the moon, come and go. Before we know it, children grow up, and the dynamics of our relationships change. The thought fills me with a sense of urgency to cherish these moments, to hold on to the memories, and to let my siblings know how much they mean to me.

She gently placed the cup on the bedside table and sat down beside Sofía, softly brushing a strand of hair out of her face. Sofía stirred slightly but didn't wake up. Luz smiled, remembering all the times Sofía had done the same for her when she was younger. tocando a mi hermana dormida