“I Wish I Could Tell You.”
What do you want to tell her?
Something.
But since I can’t...
I can tell her.
Why don’t you go play with the other kids?
I’ve got a moment
Would you do it for me?
Of course, if you can’t...
Come.
What are you saying?
Who are you?
Go away.
It was horrible.
I had to tell her.
I wanted to help you.
I thought it was important.
And it was. At least to me.
Maybe now that silly daughter of mine will finally understand.
It was something bad.
Just because I’m dead doesn’t mean I’m a saint.
You’re not here to say bad things.
No! I’m here to watch them forget me.
She didn’t even name her daughter after me.
Julia.
She named her after her mother-in-law.
The living one.
That’s not even a real name.
Hortensia.
Why not Cactus, or Nettle, or whatever.
She got mad at me.
I don’t care.
I’ve got enough to deal with being dead
without ever meeting my granddaughter.
You haven’t even looked at her.
Why should I? She can’t see me.
She can!
She can?
But I can’t let her see me
without going to the hairdresser first.
Don’t you play with the other kids?
They don’t want to.
They say I’m weird and talk to myself.
Of course.
That’s because you talk to...
Who else would I talk to? I’m not crazy.
Hey, what about your parents?
My mom has two jobs. She’s working all the time.
She never has time for anything.
Wow... And your dad?
Mom says it’s better if I don’t know anything about him.
If you want,
I can be your friend.
I’ve got time.
Can you push me?
I don’t think so.
And play ball?
I’m afraid not.
What a boring friend!
Yeah, dying kind of sucks.
Well, at least you don’t have to go to school.
Or to work, or cook, or do the laundry...
And can you come to the park whenever you want?
You really like it, don’t you?
My house is small and dark,
but this is super, super big and full of light.
But lonely.
Yeah...
Eli!
Where have you been?
I thought you were gone.
No, not yet.
There’s your daughter.
But I’m not telling her anything.
I’m not here for that.
Not even to see your granddaughter?
You still won’t look at her!
Why would I? She probably looks like her grandma...
…the living one.
No. You see, I took a long trip.
Oh yeah? To the afterlife?
No, to the outskirts.
And it’s quite a walk, let me tell you.
The outskirts? What for?
To find a road.
You wanted to leave?
Go where?
I wanted to find you a friend.
Look!
—You’re so beautiful!
Her name’s Luna.
Her owners abandoned her.
Those bastards...
She’s got a chip, though the truck crushed it.
And she’s vaccinated, too.
Though I doubt she could infect you with anything.
And besides, she’ll surely fit in your house, no matter how small it is.
Thanks, Julia.
I felt sorry for you, but not so much now.
Wow, thanks.
I had to say it.
Hortensia.
What kind of name is that!?
Hi, little one!
I know you can see me, right?
Sweetheart...
I wanted to tell you that I’ll call you Julia.
Like your grandma — the pretty one, the kind one,
and the smart one.
You’re going to be very happy.
I know it.
Between you and me:
Your mom’s a bit silly,
but she’ll take good care of you.
There are so many things I wish I could tell you...