When she opened it, she was breathless.
Two tall, uniformed men, with badges gleaming on their chests, stood in front of her.
« Ma… » said one with a trembling voice.
It was Marco.
And next to him, Paolo.
Wearing an Aeromexico uniform.
With flowers in her hands.
With tears in her eyes.
Teresa brought her hands to her face.
—Is that you?… Really?
He hugged them as if no time had passed.
The neighbors began to come out of their houses when they heard the crying.
—We’re home now, Mom —Paolo said.
And this time, it wasn’t a promise.
THE FLIGHT OF THE PROMISE
The next day they took her to the Benito Juárez International Airport.
Teresa walked slowly, looking at everything in amazement.
« Am I really going up? » she asked nervously.
—You’re not just going up —Marco replied—. Today you’re our guest of honor.
Once inside the plane, before takeoff, Marco took the microphone.
—Ladies and gentlemen passengers, today we have on board the woman who made it possible for us to be here. Our mother sold everything she owned so that we could study aviation. This flight is dedicated to her.
The cabin fell silent.
Paolo continued:
—The bravest woman we know isn’t famous or rich. She’s a mother who believed in us when we had nothing.
The passengers began to applaud.
Some were crying.
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