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You haven't touched the broth... What's wrong, Leo?
I'm going crazy, Mom. You? Your sister is, but you're not.
Yes, like Aunt Petra, like grandmother, crazy. It's Paco, isn't it? I was imagining it,
yes I was... My poor child! So young and already like
a cow without a cowbell... Like a cow without a cowbell?
Yes, lost, with no direction, drifting, like me...
Like you? I'm like a cow without a cowbell, too
But at my age, that's more normal... That's why I want to live here, in the village. When we women
lose our husband, because he's died or left with another woman, it's the same,
we have to return to the place where we were born... Visit the village chapel, sit outside
with the neighbors, and pray novenas with them, even if you're not believer... because if we don't, we get
lost like a cow without cowbell... Mum...
My child! With the effort it took me to raise you!