Queimafobia

A mother and her child. A funeral home. A closed casket. “Mom, when I close my eyes I can see daddy”. “That’s good, that way you can remember him”. “But I see him ugly, in the car, with stuff missing out of his face, like his eyes and his teeth. And there is a lot of blood, and I cry, and... I’m afraid to close my eyes, mommy. I need to see him. Now.” (Guadalajara International Film Festival)