This was what your youngest granddaughter said the night that he lost her first balloon: “My balloon was broken, so the moon accompanies me.” She told the housecats what happened; she opened a book and invented stories for us about cats with balloons, for us to think that at three years old, she already knew how to read.
Why am I telling you this?... Well... sometimes I want to talk with you... you know… to feel that you still watch us. I am fond of the idea that you still care about your daughters, about our daughters, and you become a satellite to accompany them, when they break their balloons.
Translation of Emily Paskevics