I was afraid of how you would adapt to our new life in Berlin. Little did I know that being able to go to a different park/playground every day, eating literally kilos of summer fruits every week, and living in a bigger apartment with new, exciting things, would largely make up for whatever discomfort the move might have caused.
After only a few days in Berlin, you were ecstatic. While playing around, you took my face in your hands and told me sweetly: “¿Sabes, mamá? Estoy contigo en Berlín.”
My heart melted. I love you.