CHAPTER 14 – The Promise to Love Her Always

Narrated by Isabel

Sometimes I think motherhood isn’t something you choose. There are bonds that aren’t forged in blood, but in skin, in shared silences, and in the promises one woman makes to another when life is slipping through her fingers. That was how Sofia became my daughter.

It didn’t happen when I held her for the first time after she woke from her coma, or when I took her hand as we left the hospital. It happened before that. It was when