The Sound of Belonging
After long delays, we finally arrived in Panama. It wasn’t quite night—just that deep equatorial dusk that falls fast, when one moment the sky is gold and the next it’s ink.
And then, through the noise of the airport, a voice called my name.
“Kim!”
It was Sofía, our niece from Cali, smiling and waving across the customs hall. Three flights, three countries—finally together, laughing at the timing.
















