She was crying with a smile.
“Grandma…” he whispered, approaching carefully.
Rosa looked up at her. Her eyes, still full of tears, softened.
“Is she…?” he asked, trembling.
“His daughter,” Alejandro replied, wiping his face. “Her name is Camila.”
Rosa extended her hand, doubting… as if she didn’t deserve that miracle.
Camila doubted.
She threw herself into his arms.
And for the first time in decades… Rosa Delgado felt again what it was like to have a family.
Minutes later, Alejandro helped his mother to get up carefully.
“Come on,” he said gently. “He doesn’t have to be here anymore.”
But Rosa hit her head, still confused.
“I… I’m falling…” he muttered. “I don’t belong to you…”
Alejandro looked at her with a firmness that left no room for doubts.
“You are my world.”
Those words… broke the last remaining distance between them.
A black car stopped nearby. The driver, surprised, got out quickly.
“Mr. Morales…” he said, bewildered by the scene.
“Open the door,” Alejandro ordered calmly. “Let’s go home.”
Rosa doubted.
