Vivir | Sin Miedo

The hallway smelled of coffee from the neighbor she’d never met. The elevator groaned like an old animal. Outside, the sun was not gentle—it was aggressive, almost rude, pressing against her skin like a question. Are you sure?

The moth was gone.

The moth did not answer. It only kept hitting the glass. vivir sin miedo

Vivir sin miedo — to live without fear . The hallway smelled of coffee from the neighbor

She bought a mango from a cart, ate it standing up, juice running down her wrist. She smiled at a child who was not afraid of anything yet. She crossed the street without counting the cars. ate it standing up

She took one step. Then another.