My sister and I left Cuba alone, just the two of us, so the flight attendants were in charge of us. And they were trying to distract us and they spoke to us in English and we didn't, I didn't understand. And I looked out the window as the plane was taken away and my mother put her face in her hands and turned her back to the plane. And that's the last image I had of her, and 24 years went by before I saw her again.

When I saw that film, I felt the sadness of my own loss and the fact that for a long time I've been wanting to go, when I go on one of my trips and I want to film my mother talking, not so much about making a film about her but just have her on tape telling me about her life and her dreams and the choices she made. And also, I felt joyful that the filmmaker was able to go back and reclaim that.