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“If there’s one thing I want to tell you…” Rosa began, “it’s this: Don’t walk past someone who needs help. Because behind every face… there’s a story. And sometimes… that story is connected to yours.”
That night, on the terrace of the house, the three of them sat together.
The city shone in the distance.
The wind was gentle.
And for the first time… everything was at peace.
Rosa took her son’s hand.
Then his granddaughter’s.
“We lost many years…” he said.
Alejandro hit the head.
“We didn’t lose them,” he replied. “We were just waiting for them.”
Camila smiled.
“And now… we’re going to get them all back.”
Rosa closed her eyes, letting that happiness completely envelop her.
Because after so much pain…
After so much loneliness…
I had found what Puca had stopped looking for.
Your family.
And that is… under the infinite sky of …
The past stopped hurting.
The present became a gift.
And the future… finally… was full of love.
