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.
He looked at his dirty hands. His worn-out clothes.
“I’m going to make a mess of everything…” he whispered.
Camila took her hand.
“Eпѿces eпsυciamos todo jυпtos,” he said with a smile.
And so… Rosa got into the car.
Not as you tell me.
Yes, like a mother who was returning home.
The Polish mansion shone in the light of the setting sun.
But that night… it wasn’t luxury that mattered.
It was the heat.
It was home.
The employees watched in silence as Alejandro helped Rosa enter.
Nobody asked any questions.
Because the way he held her… the way he looked at her… everyone said.
That woman… was important.
Very important.
Camila ran ahead.
“Prepare a warm bath!” the authority figure announced. “And comfortable clothes!”
Rosa looked at her, moved.
“It’s very… brave,” he said in a low voice.
