In front of the mirror in Daniela's room, I stare at myself endlessly.

I can't believe it. I can't believe that I'm in this little body.

Everything has been exhausting since I saw myself lying in that hospital bed. Right after my sister picked me up and carried me to my room, I fell into a dreamless sleep, waking up hours later. Taking advantage of the fact that my sister was lost in a half-sleep, I managed to piece things together.

Somehow...

Well...

It's ridiculous. I don't even want to think about it. I feel stupid just considering it, but I have to understand that, somehow, during the accident, both Daniela and I lost consciousness. And it was in that moment that something must have happened for my consciousness to end up in her body. But then... would that mean she's in mine?

God...

This is unreal.

I feel like I'm being watched again, but this time, I don't sense the usual heaviness that accompanies that feeling. I turn toward the door of my room—Daniela's room, actually. My mother/my sister is watching me from the slightly open doorway. I smile at her; she returns the gesture—or something close to a smile. Of course, she has been incredibly worried. After the accident, I obviously haven't been the same. The moment we left the hospital, we all felt a little calmer. That eerie place never sat well with me.

I worry about my body, still lying there, connected to who knows how many machines. It feels like leaving the house with the door wide open or forgetting to lock the car. The doctors offered to disconnect me—my real body—but my mother was the one who refused. "My son is not dead!"

I had never seen my mother suffer so much. I never imagined the depth of love she has for me. I mean, of course, I'm her son, but the intensity of a mother's love—of my mother's love—is something beyond comprehension.

Despite everything, I smile.

We left the hospital a few days ago, and things started to feel less overwhelming. The difficult things became manageable, while the things that should be easy are now the hardest.

Now fully aware that I'm in Daniela's body, I had the stupid idea of searching inside myself—of trying to find her somewhere within my mind. Total failure. It's not like the soul is stored in a specific place, neither in the body nor in the mind. And if it is, I don't know where.

Once I accepted that Daniela was definitely not here, I decided to believe that we both died. But somehow, I didn't go into the light. Instead, I came back, missed my mark, and ended up in Daniela's body instead of my own.

Honestly, I've reached this conclusion just to stop myself from imploding with thoughts and questions that, to put it simply, are far beyond my understanding.

I leave the room and walk down the hallway toward my sister's bedroom. Now it's me watching her, worried. I peek in through the slightly open door. She's sitting on her bed in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, crying uncontrollably.

I feel her pain deeply.

A wave of guilt washes over me, and without thinking, I walk straight to her, clumsily climb onto her bed, kneel beside her, and hug her. I press her face to my chest, wrapping my arms around her. She collapses against me and cries in my embrace.

After a few minutes, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions I don't fully understand, I begin to sob. A profound sadness overtakes my soul.

I cry, and my sister notices. She pulls me into her lap, rests my little face against her chest, and we cry together for a long time.

"My little girl, everything's going to be okay."

"I know, Mommy."