Maite and her mother, Carmen Spain
For me, the moment when I feed my mother is especially endearing. In the same way I did with my children when they were young, I have to be creative to make sure she swallows and to understand whether or not she enjoys the food she is eating. This is part of the great deterioration of her faculties, and it’s also an opportunity to create a lovely, special connection with her.
It’s like when we have what we call our “virtual conversations”: those are the moments when she comes out of her void and I’m surprised when I’m drawn into a conversation where yesterday and today intertwine, her old routines, her likes, the little topics we’ve always shared