Fotografia de mi propiedad / Photograph of my property Yesterday a letter arrived that was written 5 years ago. Seeing her, I felt a chill run down my spine. He was from my country, Venezuela, a country that I had left behind in search of a better future for my children. My hands shook as I opened it, and a lump formed in my throat when I recognized my father's firm but hasty handwriting. "baby, that's what my dad tells me, if you're reading this, it's because life delayed my words, but my love didn't. I don't know if in the end you made the decision to leave, but if you did, I want you to always remember who you are and everything you've overcome. Here things are more difficult every day, but I hold on to the hope that you are well, wherever you are..." The tears fell without permission.