Today I don’t have anything to say because everything’s at peace
Hoy no tengo nada que decirte ya que todo está en calma
I can only pour my heart out through writing
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Today I don’t have anything to say because everything’s at peace
In 2025, Gloria is 72 years old and, due to her dementia, lives without memories in a nursing home. Her grandniece, influenced by the hostile and negative image she had of Gloria, decides to piece together her memories using fragments from her diary, discovering and recounting—through sensory experiences—a side of Gloria that no one ever knew.
