Someday, scientists will discover the particles emitted between people who love each other. They will give them a complex name and return satisfied to their laboratories. In the clouds, thoughts, words, voices, and tears that escape from rooms where people have stopped loving each other will continue to scatter. In the sea, anger, sadness, and guilt that are washed away in showers by people who are in pain will dissolve. Fragments of life, pieces that compose the internal image of a woman as she transforms from daughter to partner and mother. The past as a scarecrow, difficult relationships, motherhood, mourning, managing losses, the need for small daily joys that keep us addicted to life, memory. And always the need for comfort and hope.