[Luz nodded quietly. She knew about the sorrow of someone dying, after all. No wonder her Abuela seemed to have a quiet sadness emanating from her. Luz was surprised that she hadn't noticed it at first, but she certainly thought it made sense now.
But when more of her memories start to go and Luz watches, she began to see something clearly: she hadn't been wrong in what she initially thought. Being Luisa, being the strong one, that was as much of a cross to bear as it was a gift. If everyone was looking at you to do these tasks, that meant you were left out of so many other things, and you were the one who just stayed the "strong one."
And then she LOST the gift, so naturally Luisa was freaking out, because what could she do if she didn't have her strength? Who was she, if she wasn't the strong one?
Luz understood that, even if she never would have thought herself strong in those terms. She persevered because if she didn't? Despair waited for her, like a familiar friend beckoning her.
She took her hand and held onto Luisa's though, because this was, after all, not about her].
Luisa. You know that you're more than just your strength, right? You're still the girl that people admire, that gets up in the morning and comes back and does her best. Even if you lost all of your strength, that girl wouldn't go away. You're still you.
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But when more of her memories start to go and Luz watches, she began to see something clearly: she hadn't been wrong in what she initially thought. Being Luisa, being the strong one, that was as much of a cross to bear as it was a gift. If everyone was looking at you to do these tasks, that meant you were left out of so many other things, and you were the one who just stayed the "strong one."
And then she LOST the gift, so naturally Luisa was freaking out, because what could she do if she didn't have her strength? Who was she, if she wasn't the strong one?
Luz understood that, even if she never would have thought herself strong in those terms. She persevered because if she didn't? Despair waited for her, like a familiar friend beckoning her.
She took her hand and held onto Luisa's though, because this was, after all, not about her].
Luisa. You know that you're more than just your strength, right? You're still the girl that people admire, that gets up in the morning and comes back and does her best. Even if you lost all of your strength, that girl wouldn't go away. You're still you.