I Traveled With the Body of My Two-Year-Old Daughter in a Bag

I never imagined that one day I would carry my daughter anywhere other than in my arms. Not in a bag. Not in silence. Not in the stillness that does not belong to children.

When she was born, I made myself a simple promise: to protect her. Even when I had nothing. Even when I did not know where we would sleep the next night. Even when the world seemed determined to crush us. Being a mother was not a carefully planned decision for me; it was instinctive, absolute. She was there, and from that moment on, everything I did was for her.