I grew up with stories of my grandmother Carmen, who I never got to meet, but who lived on in the bedtime stories that my dad told us. She taught me to be transgressive, because she chose to divorce her abusive partner, which resulted in her having to flee her hometown to save her life. She was cast away from her support networks because she dared challenge patriarchal norms of the time that prevented her from not only being safe but allowing herself and my dad to be their authentic selves. She did it out of love, while dreaming of a future where everybody was free, and I'm happy that the love and courage of my grandmother lives on with me now.