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14 years after my mother was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease, she agreed to let into the house a worker. A bulldozer dug a deep cavern under the house, to build an underground room for the new housekeeper. Suddenly, there was another woman in the house; she would be the housewife my mother could not be anymore. After meeting her, I became obsessed with exploring immigrant workers’ stories around me and discovered a big group of women who’ve been living on a geographical seam. In my story, Bella returns to her home after years. It is the confrontation between past and present and how much we change from the person we were, becoming alienated with the place and people we used to call home. People like Bella have been sacrificing everything they have, to build a future that, in the end, might not belong to her. The gap between the woman Bella was when she left and the woman she is today is the story I want to tell. This gap, in some way, is also the gap within which I live. Caught between the patriarchal conventions I grew up with and the modern liberated woman I am trying to be.