Sra. Sofía: We are alone. No matter what they tell you, we women are always alone.
Cleo: I didn't want her. Sra. Sofía: What? Cleo: I didn't want her. Sra. Sofía: They're ok. Cleo: I didn't want her to be born. Sra. Sofía: We love you so much, Cleo. Right? Cleo: Poor little thing.