Chapter 47

• Once I arrived in CDMX, I threw away my passport, shattered into hundreds of pieces, and everything that connected me to having left the country. I didn't want my mother to find out, but there was also no reason for me to travel again.
• I prefer a thousand times to stay in my comfort zone.
• How I wish I had a friend, someone to trust and talk and cry with. I can't confide in my mother, and I can't even mention that I fell in love with someone, that would be the beginning of devastation and a certain "I told you so" from her.