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- Oh, did I promise that?

- Yes.

Then I'm sorry.

Give me a kiss.

Dani!

You don't kiss a mother like that.

What is it? You have to take

the other one off too?

That girl's cold.

It's incurable now.

How long do I have left?

Six months, at most.

Six months, just when

my unemployment checks run out.

So I won't make it to summer?

I can't even celebrate

my first anniversary with Arturo?

Magda, it's spread.

You couldn't have found it

with self-examination.

It's invaded the chest wall

and you have metastasis of the lung.

It's an advanced 4th stage.

That really is on

the f***ing far side of statistics!

I just don't get it.

After the chemo cycles,

after the mastectomy,

it's a very rare relapse.

- Can't anything be done?

- And so malignant.

I'm sure something can be done.

I can tell you about

a palliative treatment with chemotherapy

to improve your quality of life.

Quality of life!

Vomiting all day,

feeling like sh*t, bald again...

If you want to wait until I'm off work,

I can go home with you and tell Arturo.

Arturo...

And who's going to tell my son?

Who's going to tell my son?

Dani can't be an orphan!

Not Dani! Not Dani!

Not Dani!

Dani can't be alone!

Dani doesn't have to find out yet.

Do you know the greatest love

in the world,

and which nothing can surpass?

I think so.

But you tell me.

That of a mother for her son

and that the son

can return to his mother.

Yes. Just what I thought.

So? What's your problem with her?

Nothing. I don't think she wants me

to be a soccer player when I grow up.

No, Dani.

Your mother's very proud of you.

But we can't force her

to like soccer.

But then, she won't be able

to understand me.

Or my problems,

or what's wrong with me, nothing.

Think about what she went through

in the summer,

and how she protected you

from suffering.

And now she's recovered.

When are you giving Mama

her new boob?

Before the summer,

but don't say anything to her, eh?

Come on, now let's say

the Lord's Prayer.

"Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name..."

I'm glad you haven't

taken away her photo.

It's not there.

I took it away some time ago.

I'll tell Arturo.

I'd rather he found out from me.

White.

Like your team.

Don't cry, honey.

No, no, no!

We'll do this without tears.

We'll do this without tears.

Just help me to be strong.

My love.

- Aren't you working today?

- No, I'm staying home today.

That's not good.

I hope you don't stop working

because of me.

I want to spend the day with you.

I spoke to Julin before.

He wants us to go see him to...

...to tell us what it'll be like.

The path.

No.

I'd rather not know.

He has experience,

he could help us.

- He never went.

- To where?

Siberia.

He knows some specialist psychologists...

I don't want a psychologist

poking around my head.

I only want you.

I want you to make love to me

right here.

I swear to God, if I could,

I'd give my life for you.

Arturo...

You're inside me.

Yes, my love!

Arturo...

I have to confess something crazy.

I'm pregnant.

Well...

Relax,

I'll settle for lasting 9 months.

8, 7...

I'll make it to August, for sure.

Could she?

Yes.

Whatever you want.

I want a girl.

And one more thing...

I want...

to live to see her little face.

It's not much to ask, is it?

Then I'll say goodbye

to this world.

Go out in style.

So, you're not going

to congratulate me?

Mama...

Yes, Dani.

Dad's girlfriend looks a lot like you.

He's changed already?

So quickly?

I don't know,

she's the only one I've met.

What color's her hair?

Black.

Just like yours.

- How old is she?

- Around 20 or 30.

And she's got these b*obs...!

One of your wishes came true.

What?

It's a girl.

It's a girl!

It's a girl.

It's my gift. For Dani. For you.

What have you got there?

I'll tell you if you look me

in the eye.

One, two...

A ball!

Three, four, five.

Honey, no!

Remember I promised

I'd get you a little sister?

She's right here.

You ordered me a little sister?!

- When will she be born?

- The end of summer.

Dani, unless you get better

at Language and Math,

you're going to fail.

I can't get my head around them.

As of tomorrow,

every night after training

it's dinner and homework with Mama.

Even if you're tired.

Okay.

Mama.

How did she get there?

It's very easy.

Do you know where Siberia is?

I've got to teach you

Geography too, huh?

- It's in Russia.

- Oh, yes.

A mother once went

to Siberia alone

and found a little girl who was lost.

She was called Natasha,

and she had no parents.

- Natasha...

- Do you like that?

Natasha was terribly cold...

a freezing, freezing wind blew...

So Mama picked up the girl,

put her in her tummy

and brought her home.

Look! Look! Look!

It's incredible.

She does it so well.

Without even touching your heart.

Every night it's the same,

while I'm dreaming.

Of course.

Now I understand why you're improving.

- Of course.

- You'll get on very well.

Hi, Natasha.

I'm your mother, Magda.

It comes from Magdalena.

I hope that now you're alive

and watching this video.

I... I don't know,

they say I won't be around.

Medical science says so.

Oh, my girl...

I want you to know

that thinking about you,

thinking that

you're taking shape inside me,

is helping me so much.

Mama!

When the crisis is over

will you be a teacher again?

Right now I'm teaching

my only student.

Which is better,

'cause I love him the most.

I'm on the home stretch,

there's no going back for me,

and I can't make

any detours or stops.

You're looking at me from the future,

and I'm talking to you from here,

but we're moving together,

straight ahead, both of us,

you with your beginning,

me with my end.

Together.

Look, you're right here.

Arturo said he feels

that God is protecting him.

- That's great.

- Doesn't he protect you?

I don't know.

Arturo also says that God helps

to know what's good and bad.

He thinks that when you die,

God judges you

and if you followed his advice,

he sends you to Paradise forever.

My wish is for you

to be born healthy.

And if I could see

your little face as well, then...

I have another wish, I can't help it.

That as you grow inside me,

you cure this disease.

I'd be so grateful to you,

I think I'd go crazy with joy.

Can you imagine?

Feeding you with my left boob,

raising you, watching you grow up...

tolerating your adolescence...

going to your wedding.

Making me a grandma!

And you watching me die.

I know I can't ask you

for all of this.

I think...

it's time you found out

what your Mama thinks of God.

In the beginning of time,

Man was terribly cold

and created gods

in his imagination.

- Do you know why?

- To get warm?

Yes, and for protection.

And to defend himself

from the fear of death.

- The fear of vanishing.

- So, do you believe in God?

Since Man has believed in gods,

he's wondered the same thing:

When the body dies,

does the soul die too?

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