My daughter, love of my life,
Last night while I was sleeping and it happens to me regularly after you left, I dreamed of you and my sweet grandson. In the dream, you were about to arrive and your dad, your sister and I were waiting for you at the airport. I know this dream is a long way off.
I have been getting used to the idea that you will no longer live here in Cuba and I will have to adapt. Separation is very difficult for a mother and I guess for you too, because we were used to seeing each other all the time, to share every event as a family, your anxieties, confidences.
Between you and me there was a complicity as if we were friends and not only mother and daughter. I know that your future and that of my grandson is there, and that was your aspiration for a long time, you are young and he is a child and you will make the most of the advantages that this country and life give you.
I did not oppose your departure, despite the suffering it caused me because, when I was young, I had the same concerns and I left my parents to go to study. They suffered as much as I suffer today in your absence, but I am comforted that you are well and that you do not regret the step taken. You must know that I will always be there for you, to advise you and, above all, to love you very much. Now I take refuge in your sister, who gives me encouragement and comfort.
Anay, my heart beats fast just thinking about you and David, you don't know how much I miss you, and him because he came every weekend to be with both of us and for being attentive to us at all times.
Do you remember the song I sang to you because you didn't want to go to Kindergarten and we used to walk together? You were so little and you held my little finger because I squeezed your hand tight so it wouldn't slip away.
"You are the most beautiful thing in my life, even if I don't tell you, even if I don't tell you, if you are not here, I have no joy, I dream of you at night, I dream of you during the day. I wish whenever I wanted so my life starts like this when I met you, you are like the morning sun coming through my window..."
And I also told you (invented by me) the story of the little goat that ate everything it found in the yard of the house, even the clothes that your grandmother had lying around.
I miss your question, which is always the same as your sister's: Do you love me, Mamani? How can I not love you if you are the reason for my life?
Today I count the days to see and embrace each other again and I know that you do too, even if it's only for a few days. When we talk on the cell phone, I get a lump in my throat and some tears come to my eyes.
Daughter, take care of yourself. I love you.
Your Mamani.
This post is written in Spanish, my native language, and I used DeepL for its translation. Thank you so much 
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