Fran’s review published on Letterboxd:
Often I worry that the world will not treat me kindly. Maybe I am too different; maybe I am not different enough. I bite my nails out of jealousy for everything I don't have and everything I never did and wonder "will the best moments of my life always feel so strained?"
Then I remember I am my mother's daughter. I remember her telling me "I am only as happy as my saddest child." I still find secret places to linger on those words, like protection, or sometimes to feel guilt. There is a point when you grow, knowing that being a daughter changes your life as much as being a woman; everything you need has always been inside of you and it's been a gift, and realize you've lived not only your life but the lives of your mother and her mother and her mother's mother. There is so much still to be done. I now look back on the Sacramentos of my life with kindness.