Finally she went to Valencia.
There she met a woman named S.
They had early breakfasts and late drinks at S.' rooftop and couldn't stop talking. About women and their independence. About art. About having a body that's turning 50 and a mind that still feels like 30. About leaving home with a backpack for a month or two without any explanation. About pursuing dreams.
And about their sons.
"When my youngest moved out", S. said, "I cried for one night. But the next day I threw a party."
"That's what women do", she thought. "Surrender to their tears. And when all of them are cried, they celebrate."
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